BILL:\u00a0 KEY OF D – Traditional 1927<\/p>\n
I ride an old paint, and I lead an old dan,<\/span> Ride around little doggies, ride around ’em slow,<\/span> Old Bill Jones, had a daughter and a son,<\/span> # # #<\/span><\/p>\n When I die, take my saddle from the wall,<\/span> # # #<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" BILL:\u00a0 KEY OF D – Traditional 1927 I ride an old paint, and I lead an old dan, I’m goin’ to Montana, to throw the hoolihan, They feed ’em in the coulees, they water in the draw, Their tails are all matted, their backs are all raw. Ride around little …
\nI’m goin’ to Montana, to throw the hoolihan,<\/span>
\nThey feed ’em in the coulees, they water in the draw,<\/span>
\nTheir tails are all matted, their backs are all raw.<\/span><\/p>\n
\nFor the Fiery and the Snuffy, are rarin’ to go.<\/span><\/p>\n
\nSon went to college, and the daughter went wrong.<\/span>
\nHis wife got killed, in a bar room fight,<\/span>
\nStill he keeps singin’, from mornin’ ’til night.<\/span><\/p>\n
\nPut it on my pony, and lead him from his stall,<\/span>
\nTie my bones to his back, turn our faces to the West,<\/span>
\nAnd we’ll ride the prairie, that we love the best.<\/span><\/p>\n