I ride an old Paint and I lead an old Dan,
I'm going to Montan' for to throw the hoolihan,
They feed in the coolees, they water in the draw,
Tails are all matted, their backs are all raw.

Ride around, little dogies, ride around them slow,
The fiery and the snuffy are raring to go.

I've worked in the town and I've worked on the farm,
And all I got to show is just this muscle in my arm;
Got a blister on my foot, got a callus on my hand,
But I'll be a cowpuncher long as I can.

Ride around, little dogies, ride around them slow,
The fiery and the snuffy are raring to go.

Old Bill Jones had two daughters and a song,
One daughter went to Denver and the other went wrong,
His wife she died in a poolroom fight,
But still old Bill sings from morning to night.

Ride around, little dogies, ride around them slow,
The fiery and the snuffy are raring to go.

When I die, take my saddle from the wall
And lead my old pony out of his stall;
Tie my bones to his saddle, turn our faces toward the west,
We'll ride the prairies that we love best.

Ride around, little dogies, ride around them slow,
The fiery and the snuffy are raring to go.