I ride an old paint, I lead an old Dan
I'm goin' to Montana for to throw the hoolian
They feed in the coulees, they water in the draw
Their tails are all matted, their backs are all raw

Ride around them dogies, ride around them slow
They're fiery and snuffy and raring to go

Now old Bill Jones had two daughters and a song
One went to college and the other went wrong
And his wife, she got killed in a pool room fight
Still he sings from morning to light

Ride around them dogies, ride around them slow
They're fiery and snuffy and raring to go

Whеn I die, take my saddle from thе wall
Place it on my old pony, lead him out of the stall
Tie my bones to the saddle, turn our faces toward the West
We'll both ride the prairie that we love the best

Ride around them dogies, ride around them slow
They're fiery and snuffy and raring to go

Goodbye, old Paint, I'm leaving Cheyenne
Goodbye, old Paint, I'm leaving Cheyenne
Leaving Cheyenne, going to Montana
Goodbye, old Paint, I'm leaving Cheyenne
Ride around, old Paint, I'm leaving Cheyenne