(Traditional, arranged by Linda Ronstadt)
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I ride an old paint
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I lead an old dam
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I'm going to Montana
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To throw a houlihan
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They feed in the coolies
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They water in the draw
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Their tails are all matted
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Their backs are all raw
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Ride around
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Ride around real slow
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The fiery and the snuffy are raring to go
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Old Bill Brown
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Had a daughter and a son
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One went to Denver
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And the other went wrong
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His wife she died in a poolroom fight
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And still he keeps singing from morning til night
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Ride around
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Ride around real slow
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Well the fiery and the snuffy are raring to go
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Well when I die
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Take my saddle from the wall
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Put it on my pony
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And lead him from his stall
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Tie my bones to his back
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Turn our faces to the west
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And we'll ride the prairie
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That we like the best
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Ride around
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Ride around real slow
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Well the fiery and the snuffy are raring to go
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Ride around
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Ride around real slow
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Well the fiery and the snuffy are raring to go
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Old Paint
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Linda Ronstadt |