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Traditional
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I ride an old paint, lead an old dam
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Going to Montana to throw a hoolihan
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They feed in the coolies and they water in the draw
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Their tails are all matted, backs are all raw
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Ride around, ride around real slow
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They're fiery and snuffy and rarin' to go
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Ride around, ride around real slow
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They're fiery and snuffy and rarin' to go
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That old Bill Brown, he had a daughter and a son
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One went to Denver and the other went wrong
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His wife, she died in a poolroom fight
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But still he keeps singing from mornin' till night
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Ride around, ride around real slow
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They're fiery and snuffy and rarin' to go
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Ride around, ride around real slow
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They're fiery and a-snuffy and a-rarin' to go
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Now when I die take my saddle from the wall
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Put it on my pony and lead him from his stall
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Tie my bones to his back, turn our faces to the west
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And we'll ride the prairie that we love the best
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Ride around, ride around real slow
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They're fiery and snuffy and rarin' to go
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Ride around, little dogies, ride around real slow
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They're fiery and snuffy and rarin' to go
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Old Paint
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| Michelle Shocked |
