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I Ride an Old Paint - Woody Guthrie
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Paroles I Ride an Old Paint
I ride an old Paint, I'm leadin' old Dan
I'm goin' to Montana to throw the houlihan,
They feed in the coulees, they water in the draw
Their tails are all matted, their backs are all raw.
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Ride around, little dogies, ride around them slow,
For they're fiery and snuffy and rarin' to go.
Old Bill Jones had two daughters and a song,
One went to college, the other went wrong.
His wife, she got killed in a free for all fight
But still he keeps singing from morning to night:
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I worked in your town, worked in your farms
Ans all I got to show is the muscles in my arm,
Blisters on my feet and the callous on my hand,
I'm goin' to Montany, to throw the houlihan.
Chorus
When I die, take my saddle from the wall
And put it on my pony, and lead him from his stall;
Tie my bones to his back, turn our faces to the west
So we'll ride the prairies that we love the best.
Chorus
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