I Ride an Old Paint

I ride an old paint, I lead an old dan
I’m goin’ to Montana to throw the hoolihan
They feed in the coulees, they water in the draw
Their tails are all matted, their backs are all raw

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Ride around, little doggies
Ride around slow
For the Firey and the snuffy
are rarin’ to go

Old Bill Jones had a daughter and a song
One went to Denver, the other went wrong
His wife, she died in a poolroom fight
But the old man keeps singing from morning till night

Chorus

So when I die, take my saddle off the wall
Put it on my pony, lead my pony from the stall
Tie my bones to my saddle, turn our faces to the West,
And we’ll ride the ranges that we love the best

Chorus

What’s This?

Folk Songs You Never Sang in Grade School is one folk musician's effort to document, honor and share a collection of folk songs I love and my personal history with them through research, essays, and performance. Read the essays here and watch this site for future performances.

What’s New?

Tara McGovern and I, joined by uilleann piper Jon Cooper, have completed the album version of Folk Songs You Never Sang in Grade School. For a taste of the CD listen to "Let No Man Steal Your Thyme" and "I Ride an Old Paint" with "Midnight on the Water."

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I Ride an Old Paint/Midnight on the Water
Let No Man Steal Your Thyme