Ride Around from II by The Fucking Buckaroos

I Ride an Old Paint, I lead an old Dan
I'm goin' to Montana just to throw the houlihan,
They feed in the coulees, they water in the draw
Their tails are all matted, their backs are all raw.

Ride around, little dogies, ride around them slow,
For they're fiery and snuffy and rarin' to go.

Old Bill Jones had two daughters and a song,
One went to college, the other went wrong.
His wife, she died in a poolroom fight
But he keeps this song from morning to night:

When I die, take my saddle from the wall
And 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 country that we love the best.

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