BILL: KEY OF D – Traditional 1927
I ride an old paint, and I lead an old dan,
I’m goin’ to Montana, to throw the hoolihan,
They feed ’em in the coulees, they water in the draw,
Their tails are all matted, their backs are all raw.
Ride around little doggies, ride around ’em slow,
For the Fiery and the Snuffy, are rarin’ to go.
Old Bill Jones, had a daughter and a son,
Son went to college, and the daughter went wrong.
His wife got killed, in a bar room fight,
Still he keeps singin’, from mornin’ ’til night.
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When I die, take my saddle from the wall,
Put it on my pony, and lead him from 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.
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