[Verse 1] I ride in old paint, I lean in old Dan Im going to throw a Montana to throw a Houlihan They feed in the [?], they water in the draw Their tales are all matted, their backs are all raw [Chorus] Ride around, ride around real slow The fiery and the snuffy are raring to go [Verse 2] Now old Bill Brown had a daughter and a sun One went to Denver and the other went wrong His wife she died in a pool room fight And still he keeps singing from morning to night [Chorus] Ride around, ride around real slow The fiery and the snuffy are raring to go [Verse 3] Well when I die, take my saddle from the [?] Put it on my pony and lead him from his stall Tie my bones to his back Turn our faces to the West And well ride the prairie that we like the best [Chorus] Ride around, ride around real slow The fiery and the snuffy are raring to go Ride around, ride around real slow The fiery and the snuffy are raring to go
snuffy, raring, ride, fiery, around