Michelle Shocked Follow

I ride an old paint, lead an old dam
Going to Montana to throw a hoolihan
They feed in the coolies and they water in the draw
Their tails are all matted, backs are all raw
Ride around, ride around real slow
They're fiery and snuffy and rarin' to go
Ride around, ride around real slow
They're fiery and snuffy and rarin' to go
That old Bill Brown, he had a daughter and a son
One went to Denver and the other went wrong
His wife, she died in a poolroom fight
But still he keeps singing from mornin' till night
Ride around, ride around real slow
They're fiery and snuffy and rarin' to go
Ride around, ride around real slow
They're fiery and a-snuffy and a-rarin' to go
Now 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
And we'll ride the prairie that we love the best
Ride around, ride around real slow
They're fiery and snuffy and rarin' to go
Ride around, little dogies, ride around real slow
They're fiery and snuffy and rarin' to go