My Old Paint
by Belafonte
From the album: Streets I Have Walked
Track 4 of 12 on Streets I Have Walked (1963).
Duration: 3:27
Lyrics for My Old Paint
I ride an old paint, I lead an old Dan I'm goin' to Montana, for to throw the Hoolian They feed in the coulees, they water in the draw Their tails are all matted, their backs are all raw Ride around, little doggies, ride around them slow For the fiery and snuffy are a rarin' to go Ride around, ride around For the fiery and snuffy are rarin' to go My feet are in the stirrups, my hand is on the horn I'm the best old cowboy that ever was born But a cowboy rides single, like it or not So I guess that old paint is the best friend I got Ride around, little doggies, ride around them slow For the fiery and snuffy are rarin' to go Ride around, ride around For the fiery and snuffy are rarin' to go When I die, take my saddle from the wall Put it on my pony and lead him from the stone Tie my bones to his back Turn our faces to the west And we write the poetry that we love the best Ride around, little doggies, ride around them slow For the fiery and snuffy are rarin' to go Ride around, ride around For the fiery and snuffy are rarin' to go