(I Ride an) Old Paint
(as performed by Linda Ronstadt)

I ride an old Paint, I lead an old dam,
I'm goin' to Montana to throw the hoolihan
They feed in the coulees, they water in the draw,
Their tails are all matted, their backs are all raw.

[chorus:]
Ride around,
Ride around them slow,
For the fiery and the snuffy are rarin' to go.

Old Bill Jones had a daughter and a son.
One went to Denver and the other went wrong.
His wife she died in a poolroom fight,
Still he keeps singin' from mornin' till night.

[chorus + instrumental]

Oh, when I die, take my saddle from the wall,
Put it on my pony, and lead him from his stall.
Tie my bones to his back, turn our faces to the West,
And we'll ride the prairie that we love the best.

[chorus x 2]