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I ride an old paint I lead an old dam I'm going to Montana To throw a houlihan They feed in the coolies They water in the draw Their tails are all matted Their backs are all raw Ride around Ride around real slow The fiery and the snuffy are raring to go Old Bill Brown Had a daughter and a son One went to Denver And the other went wrong His wife she died in a poolroom fight And still he keeps singing from morning til night Ride around Ride around real slow Well the fiery and the snuffy are raring to go Well when I die Take my saddle from the wall Letras de cancionesPut 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 like the best Ride around Ride around real slow Well the fiery and the snuffy are raring to go Ride around Ride around real slow Well the fiery and the snuffy are raring to go From Letras Mania