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This is a traditional folk song that the cowboys used to sing when they were herding cattle at night to keep them subdued and also around the campfire at night for entertainment. I have arranged it in a minor key instead of how it is usually done. Hope you like it!
Definitions:
A Paint is a two toned breed of horse.
A Dan is a breed of quarter horse.
A coulee (or coulée) is a deep steep-sided ravine formed by erosion,
Draw - A small natural depression that water drains into; a shallow gully.
Houlihan is a fast overhand rope throw with an open loop used to catch a horse in a corrall.
Dogies are motherless calves.
Fiery and snuffy apparently refer to nervous, skittish cattle that want to break away from the herd.
Definitions:
A Paint is a two toned breed of horse.
A Dan is a breed of quarter horse.
A coulee (or coulée) is a deep steep-sided ravine formed by erosion,
Draw - A small natural depression that water drains into; a shallow gully.
Houlihan is a fast overhand rope throw with an open loop used to catch a horse in a corrall.
Dogies are motherless calves.
Fiery and snuffy apparently refer to nervous, skittish cattle that want to break away from the herd.
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Lyrics
I Ride An Old Paint
I ride an old Paint, lead an old Dan, Goin' to Montana to throw the hoolihan. Feed 'em in the coulees, they water in the draw, Their tails are all matted, their backs are all raw.
Ride around, little dogies, Ride around slow, The fiery, the snuffy Are rarin' to go.
Old Bill Jones had two daughters and a song, One went to Denver, the other one went wrong, His wife got killed in a pool room fight, But still he keeps singing from morning till night.
Ride around, little dogies, Ride around slow, The fiery and the snuffy Are rarin' to go.
When I die, take my saddle from the wall, Put it on my pony and lead him from his stall. Tie my bones to his back, turn our faces to the west, We'll ride the prairie we love the best.
I ride an old Paint, lead an old Dan, Goin' to Montana to throw the hoolihan. Feed 'em in the coulees, they water in the draw, Their tails are all matted, their backs are all raw.
Ride around, little dogies, Ride around slow, The fiery, the snuffy Are rarin' to go.
Old Bill Jones had two daughters and a song, One went to Denver, the other one went wrong, His wife got killed in a pool room fight, But still he keeps singing from morning till night.
Ride around, little dogies, Ride around slow, The fiery and the snuffy Are rarin' to go.
When I die, take my saddle from the wall, Put it on my pony and lead him from his stall. Tie my bones to his back, turn our faces to the west, We'll ride the prairie we love the best.
...surviving member of "The Sons of the Pioneers"? Nice job. Really like your guitar work in this Tom. (The short slide notes and occasional harmonic pluck lend both depth and texture to fairly simple but beautiful piece.) As a long time fan of your vox I can only say I enjoyed it as usual. A very interesting choice for a trad tune bro.
Be well!