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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 |
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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 |
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In a poolroom fight |
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And still he keeps singing |
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From morning till 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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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Are raring to go |