I Ride An Old Paint

I'm riding old paint I'm leading old Dan
I'm going to Montana for to throw the hoolihan
They feed in the coolies they water in the draw
They're tales are all matted their backs are all raw

Chorus:
Goodbye Old Paint I'm leaving Cheyenne
Goodbye Old Paint I'm leaving Cheyenn
I'm leaving Cheyenne I'm bound for Montana
Goodbye Old Paint I'm leaving Cheyenne

I'm leaving this country to stay for a while
Across the wide prairie a many a mile
It's dark, cold and dreary the moon sheds no light
And my horse won't travel this dark road at night

My foots in the stirrup my bridle in my hand
Old Paint's a good pony he paces when he cans
I'll lay down my blanket on the green grassy ground
Where the horses and cattle are grazing around

Now when I die take my saddle from the wall
Put it on my pony and lead him from the stall
Tie my bones to his back and face us to the west
And we'll ride the wide prairie that we love the best