Tracy Grammer - Old Paint th Fret I ride an old paint, I lead an old dan Goin' down to Montana for to throw the hoolihan They feed in the gully, they water in the draw Their tails are all matted, their backs are all raw Ride around little dogies Ride around real slow For the fiery and the snuffy are rarin' to go Now old John Dunn had two daughters and a farm One went to Denver and the other went wrong His wife was killed in a poolroom fight But he sings this song most every night Ride around little dogies Ride around real slow For the fiery and the snuffy are rarin' to go And when I die take my saddle from the wall Put it on my pony and lead him out of the stall Tie my bones to his back and point us out West And we'll ride the prairie we love the best Ride around little dogies Ride around real slow For the fiery and the snuffy are rarin' to go Ride around little dogies Ride around real slow For the fiery and the snuffy are rarin' to go