I Ride an Old Paint
Woody Guthrie Lyrics


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I ride an old paint, lead an old dam,
Goin' to Montana to throw the houlihan
Feed 'em in the coulees, and water in the draw,
Tails are all matted and their backs are all raw

Ride around, little doggies, ride around them slow,
They're fiery and snuffy and a-rarin' to go
Old Bill Jones had two daughters and a song,
One went to college, and the other went wrong
His wife got killed in a free-for-all fight,
Still he keeps singin' from mornin' till night

I've worked in your town, worked on your farm,
And all I got to show is the muscle in my arm,
Blisters on my feet, and the callus on my hand,
And I'm a-goin' to Montana to throw the houlihan

When I die, take my saddle from the wall,
Put it on my pony, lead him out of his stall





Tie my bones to his back, turn our faces to the west,
We'll ride the prairie that we loved the best

Overall Meaning

"I Ride an Old Paint" is a classic cowboy song that captures the essence of the open range and the cowboy lifestyle. The song's first stanza is about the cowboy's journey to Montana while leading a mare and riding a stallion. It is typical of the era characterized by herding cattle and driving them along the ranges, pastures, and other grazing lands. Montana was known for ample fields, where cowboys could toss and catch houlihans, which means a rope tied between the legs of the cattle to take them by surprise.


The second stanza shifts its focus to the cowboys' duties, where they feed the cattle and water them, leading them to the coulees or the small valley-like indentation to the grass, and water in the draw or the small water reservoirs. The horses are exhausted, covered with matting, and their backs are raw due to the constant pressure of the cowboy's weight and the saddles.


The third stanza introduces Old Bill Jones, a widower, who still sings for his daughters and willingly shares his wisdom with passers-by. It is unknown how the narrative with Bill Jones ties to the ritual of moving cattle to Montana. The last stanza of the song is more somber, as the cowboy anticipates his inevitable death. He wants his remains to be conveyed on the back of his beloved horse and set in the direction of the west, where the sun sets on the daily square dances and film screenings enjoyed after long days of labor.


Line by Line Meaning

I ride an old paint, lead an old dam,
I travel on the back of an old horse, leading another old horse beside me.


Goin' to Montana to throw the houlihan
I'm heading to Montana to participate in a cowboy competition.


Feed 'em in the coulees, and water in the draw,
I'll graze my horses in the natural drainage areas and provide them water from the gullies.


Tails are all matted and their backs are all raw
My horses' tails are tangled and their spines have become sore due to the long journey.


Ride around, little doggies, ride around them slow,
I'm asking the cattle to move in a slow, circular motion.


They're fiery and snuffy and a-rarin' to go
The cattle are enthusiastic and eager to move.


Old Bill Jones had two daughters and a song,
A man named Bill Jones had two daughters and a son.


One went to college, and the other went wrong
One of his daughters went to university, while the other was not successful.


His wife got killed in a free-for-all fight,
His wife died in a brawl.


Still he keeps singin' from mornin' till night
Despite his unfortunate experiences, he still sings all day long.


I've worked in your town, worked on your farm,
I've been employed in your city and worked on your farm.


And all I got to show is the muscle in my arm,
However, my only valuable possession is my muscular arm, as I never earned enough to accumulate wealth.


Blisters on my feet, and the callus on my hand,
My feet are blistered, and my hand is calloused from long hours of labor.


And I'm a-goin' to Montana to throw the houlihan
Despite the hardships, I'll continue my journey to Montana to participate in the cowboy contest.


When I die, take my saddle from the wall,
Upon my demise, remove the saddle from the wall in my honor.


Put it on my pony, lead him out of his stall
Fit it onto the pony I used to ride on, and then guide it out of its stall.


Tie my bones to his back, turn our faces to the west,
Secure my bones on the pony's back and then face us in the direction of the setting sun.


We'll ride the prairie that we loved the best
Finally, let us ride the plains, which we enjoyed the most, for one last time.




Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: WOODY GUTHRIE

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@nealpomea2836

My favorite version!

@velouracaywood

I love the weird trance-like harmonies in this song. It rattles your skull. I almost wish they held the notes out longer.

@johnnysalter7072

Perfect.

@updownstate

No one like him. Never was, never will be. What a life he lived.

@updownstate

@oneself violet How did you get that? In fact Guthrie had family that had some money. He took to the rails as a decision not motivated by starvation.

@naturewithjoey

​@updownstate no. He was very young when he took off from his family. He hated his family because his father was kkk. His family may have had money but his father left him so really he had no choice.

@jonisafreak3

@@updownstateKarl Marx came from money as did Theodore Roosevelt, it doesn’t matter what you CAME from. It’s what you did what your time regardless.

@mindwanderweg

The best.

@theblacksheep1000

Love this song, I first heard it from They went that away and that away, the old convict was singing it

@BenDuvallIrwin

Check out his version with the Almanac Singers, it has a faster tempo.

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