I ride an old paint, I lead an old dam
They feed in the coolest,
Their tails are all matted
and their backs are all raw
Ride around little doggies,
For the fiery and the snuffy
One went to Denver, the other went wrong
His wife, she died in a pool room fight
And still Bill sings from morning till night
Ride around, little doggies,
For the fiery and the snuffy
When I die, take my saddle from the wall
lead him out of his stall
Tie my bones to his back,
turn our faces to the west
And we'll write the prairies
Ride around, little doggies,
for the fiery and the snobby
Ride around little doggies,
for the fiery and the snuffing