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Old Paint
I ride and Old Paint, I lead Old Dan
I'm off for Cheyenne to do the hoolihan.
(chorus)
Good-bye, Old Paint, I'm leaving Cheyenne
Good-bye, Old Paint, I'm leaving Cheyenne
Old Paint's a good pony, he paces when he can,
Good-bye, my little Annie, I'm off for Cheyenne.
Go hitch up your horses and feed 'em some hay,
And sit yourself by me as long as you'll stay.
My horses ain't hungry, they won't eat your hay
My wagon is loaded and rolling away.
They feed in the coulies, they water in the draw,
Their tails are all matted, their back are all raw.
Bill Jones had two daughters and a song,
One went to Denver, the other went wrong.
His wife she died in a barroom fight,
And still he sings from morning to night.
Oh, when I die, take my saddle from the wall,
Put it on my pony and lead him from the stall.
Tie my bone to his back, turn our faces to the West
And we'll ride the prairie that we have loved best.
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