Tracy Grammer Old Paint
I ride an old paint, i lead an old dan
Goin' down to montana for to throw the houlihan
They feed in the gully, they water in the draw
Their tails are all matted, their backs are all raw
Ride around little doggies
Ride around real slow
For the fiery and the snuffy
Are rarin' to go
Now old john dodd had two daughters and a farm
One went to denver and the other went wrong
His wife was killed in a pool room fight
Now he sings this song most ev'ry night
Ride around little doggies ...
And when i die, take my saddle from the wall
Put it on my pony and lead him out of the stall
Tie my bones to his back and point us out west
And we'll ride the prairie we love the best
Ride around little doggies ...
