"Old Paint" lyrics - JOEY FEEK

I ride in old paint, I lean in old Dan
I'm going to throw a Montana to throw a Houlihan
They feed in the [?], they water in the draw
Their tales are all matted, their backs are all raw

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

Now old Bill Brown had a daughter and a sun
One went to Denver and the other went wrong
His wife she died in a pool room fight
And still he keeps singing from morning to night

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

Well when I die, take my saddle from the [?]
Put it on my pony and lead him from his stall
Tie my bones to his back
Turn our faces to the West
And we'll ride the prairie that we like the best

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