Here's the version from Sandburg's American Songbag


I RIDE AN OLD PAINT

I ride an old Paint, I lead an old Dan
I'm goin' to Montan' 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, little dogies,
Ride around them slow,
For the fiery and snuffy are rarin' to go.

Old Bill Jones had two daughters and a song,
One went to Denver and the other went wrong.
His wife she died in a poolroom fight,
Still he sings from mornin' till night:

Ride around, little dogies,
Ride around them slow,
For the fiery and snuffy are rarin' to go.

Oh, when I die, take my saddle from the wall,
Put it on my pony, lead him out of his stall.
Tie my bones to his back, turn our faces to the West,
And we'll ride the prairie that we love the best.

Ride around, little dogies,
Ride around them slow,
For the fiery and snuffy are rarin' to go.

Source: Carl Sandburg, American Songbag (1927), pp. 12-13