I ride an old paint and I lead old Dan
I'm goin' to Montana for to throw the hoolihan
They feed in the goat, they water in the draw
Their tails are all matted, their backs are all raw

Ride around little dogies, ride around them slow
They're fiery and snuffy and rarin' to go

Old Buck Jones had a daughter and a son
His son went to Denver, but his daughter went wrong
His wife got killed in a bloody knife fight
Still he keeps singin' from mornin' till night

Ride around little dogies, ride around them slow
They're fiery and snuffy and rarin' to go

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 his head to the West
Let me ride forever on the plains I love best

Ride around little dogies, ride around them slow
They're fiery and snuffy and rarin' to go
Ride around little dogies, ride around them slow
They're fiery and snuffy and rarin' to go