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C C/G
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[Verse 1]
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I ride an old paint, I lead an old dan,
G7 C
I'm going to Montana to throw a houlihan.
G7 C
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]
G7 C
Ride around, ride around real slow.
G7 C C
The fiery and the snuffy are raring to go.
[Verse 2]
C
Old Bill Brown had a daughter and a son,
G7 C
one went to Denver and the other went wrong.
G7 C
His wife she died in a poolroom fight
G7 C
and still he keeps singing from morning 'til night.
[Chorus]
G7 C
Ride around, ride around real slow.
G7 C C
Well, the fiery and the snuffy are raring to go.
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C
[Verse 3]
C
Well, when I die, take my saddle from the wall,
G7 C
put it on my pony and lead him from his stall.
G7 C
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.
G7 C
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.
