I Ride an Old Paint
Pete Seeger Lyrics


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I ride an old paint, I lead an old dan
I'm goin' to Montana to throw the hoolihan

I ride an old paint, I lead an old dan
I'm goin' to Montana to throw the hoolihan
They feed in the coulees, they water in the draw
Their tails are all matted, and their backs are all raw
Ride around little dogies, ride around them slow
For the fiery and snuffy are rarin' to go

Old Bill Jones had a daughter and a son
Some went to college and the daughter went wrong
His wife, she got killed in a poolroom fight
But still he keeps singin' from mornin' till night

Ride around little dogies, ride around them slow
For the fiery and snuffy are rarin' to go

I worked in the city, worked in the farm
All I've got to show is this muscle in my arm
Blisters on my feet, calluse on my hands
And I'm goin' to Montana to throw the hoolihan

Ride around little dogies, ride around them slow
For the fiery and snuffy are rarin' to go

When I die, take my saddle from the wall
Place it on my pony, lead him out of 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 little dogies, ride around them slow
For the fiery and snuffy are rarin' to go

Overall Meaning

The song "Old Paint" is a traditional American cowboy ballad that speaks to the life and mindset of a cowboy. The opening lyrics set the scene, describing how the singer rides an old paint horse and leads an old dan horse on his way to Montana to "throw the hoolihan." Throughout the song, the imagery and language used speak to the connection between the cowboy and his horses. He describes how they feed in the coulees, water in the draw, and how their tails are all matted and their backs are all raw. The cowboy is careful when he rides around little dogies, for the fiery and snuffy horses are raring to go.


The song notes the story of Old Bill Jones, who had a daughter and a son. The daughter went wrong, while some of his children went to college. His wife was killed in a poolroom fight, but Old Bill Jones still sings from morning till night. The last verse mentions how the cowboy has worked in the city and on the farm, but all he has to show for it is a muscle in his arm and blisters on his feet. The chorus runs through the song, and the end speaks to how when the cowboy dies, his saddle should be placed on his pony, his bones tied to its back, and both turned to face the west as they ride the prairie.


Line by Line Meaning

I ride an old paint, I lead an old dan
I travel to Montana with my old horse and mule.


I'm goin' to Montana to throw the hoolihan
I'm heading to Montana to participate in a rodeo event called 'hoolihan.'


They feed in the coulees, they water in the draw
My horse and mule eat and drink in the valleys and ravines.


Their tails are all matted, and their backs are all raw
My horse and mule's tails are tangled, and their backs are sore and chafed.


Ride around little dogies, ride around them slow
Take care and slow down, little cattle.


For the fiery and snuffy are rarin' to go
The restless and impatient cattle are eager to run ahead.


Old Bill Jones had a daughter and a son
Bill Jones had children, a daughter and a son.


Some went to college and the daughter went wrong
His children's lives took different paths as his son attended college, but his daughter made some bad choices.


His wife, she got killed in a poolroom fight
Bill Jones' wife died in a fight at a pool hall.


But still he keeps singin' from mornin' till night
Despite the tragedies in his life, Bill Jones sings all day long.


I worked in the city, worked in the farm
I have worked both in the city and on a farm.


All I've got to show is this muscle in my arm
The only tangible result of my hard work is the muscle in my arm.


Blisters on my feet, calluse on my hands
My feet are blistered and my hands are rough and calloused from hard physical labor.


When I die, take my saddle from the wall
When I pass away, remove my saddle from the wall.


Place it on my pony, lead him out of his stall
Put the saddle on my horse, and guide him out of his stall.


Tie my bones to his back, turn our faces to the West
Secure my bones on his back and face us towards the West.


And we'll ride the prairie that we love the best
Together, my horse and I will travel to our favorite prairie.




Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: FRED HELLERMAN, LEE HAYS, PETE SEEGER, RONNIE GILBERT

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Anthony Puuphaus

My mom used to sing this asa lullaby for me when I was very young. We had a book of Pete Seeger songs and with my grandpa I would pick one out and he would sing it for me. I have so many memories related to this song.

S. Cannon

I had never heard of this song. I don't know why because my father would listen to some radio station that played old oldies - one he would sing was On The Wing's of a Snow White Dove. He would drive me crazy with that song.
I WOULD GIVE ANY THING TO HEAR HIM SING
THAT SONG ONE MORE TIME.
LOVE AND MISS YOU A LOT. RIP

John Bruington

I rode an old paint, but my other horse was a bay. Even so, working cows in Montana I sang this song while pushing pairs and added my own verse when my Ex suddenly announced she was leaving the marriage and moving in with her boyfriend. I ytoo heart from "old Bill Jones" , I mourned , but my cowboy work helped me " cowboy up".

Frank Gabel

He sings this better than the rest

Gregory Edwards

Thanks for posting this one i keep it alive

Pearl Caster

There are thousands of verses to this song as thousands of drovers sang it making up their own verses (Like Me and Bobbie McGee, et al). I sigh when I hear all these versions (I prefer Linda Rodstadt's version). The Weavers, Burl Ives, Sons of the Pioneers....all are instructive in American folk music.

Robert DeLisle

Found it looking tor the source melody in Copland's Ballet score Rodeo (Saturday Night Waltz) and also in Virgil Thomson's score for the documentary film The Plow that Broke the Plains.

Laurelle Menne

🤗🥰🤩💗

Gerald Hannibal

Amen to that brother but the Streets of Laredo isn't too bad. Bless you.G

Cornelia Denninger

I like most the version of the amazing John R CASH. /CD

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