I ride an old paint

I lead an old Dan

I'm goin' to Montana to throw a hoolihan

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 rarin' 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 singin'

From mornin' till night

Ride around

Ride around real slow

The fiery and the snuffy

Are rarin' to go

When I die

Take my saddle from the wall

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 prairie

That we love the best

Ride around

Ride around real slow

The fiery and the

Snuffy are rarin' to go

Ride around

Ride around real slow

The fiery and the

Snuffy are rarin' to go