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[Verse 1]
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I ride an old paint, I lead an old dan,
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I'm going to Montana to throw a houlihan.
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They feed in the coolies, they water in the draw,
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their tails are all matted, their backs are all raw.

[Chorus]
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Ride around, ride around real slow.
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The fiery and the snuffy are raring to go.

[Verse 2]
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Old Bill Brown had a daughter and a son,
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one went to Denver and the other went wrong.
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His wife she died in a poolroom fight
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and still he keeps singing from morning 'til night.

[Chorus]
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Ride around, ride around real slow.
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Well, the fiery and the snuffy are raring to go.

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[Verse 3]
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Well, when I die, take my saddle from the wall,
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put it on my pony and lead him from his stall.
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Tie my bones to his back, turn our faces to the west
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and we'll ride the prairie that we like the best.

[Chorus]
      G7           C
Ride around, ride around real slow.
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Well, the fiery and the snuffy are raring to go.
      G7           C
Ride around, ride around real slow.
          G7                       C
Well, the fiery and the snuffy are raring to go.