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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.
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Ride around, little dogies, ride around them slow,
For they're fiery and snuffy are rarin' to go.
Old Bill Jones had two daughters and a song,
One went to Denver, the other went wrong.
His wife, she died in a poolroom fight
But still he keeps singing from morning to night:
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When I die, take my saddle from the wall
Put it on to my pony, lead him out of his stall;
Tie my bones to his back, turn our faces to the west
And we'll ride the prairies that we love the best.
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