I Ride An Old Paint Ringtones

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. Chorus: Ride around, little dogies, 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. Chorus 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 callous on my hand, And I'm a-goin' to Montana to throw the houlihan. Chorus 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. Chorus (twice)

I ride an old paint, I lead an old Dan And I'm goin' to Montana, for to throw the Houlihan Where they feed in the coulees, and they water in the draw And their tails are all matted, their backs are all raw Ride around them dogies, ride around them slow They're fiery and snuffy and a-rarin' to go Now old Bill Jones had two daughters and a song One went to college, and the other went wrong And his wife, she got killed in a poolroom fight Still he sings from mornin' till night Ride around them dogies, ride around them slow They're fiery and snuffy and a-rarin' to go (Play that harp now) When I die, take my saddle from the wall Place it on my old pony, lead him out of the stall Tie my bones to the saddle, turn our faces toward the West We'll both ride the prairie that we love the best Ride around them dogies, ride around them slow They're fiery and snuffy and rarin' to go Goodbye, old paint, I'm leavin' Cheyenne Goodbye, old paint, I'm leavin' Cheyenne Leavin' Cheyenne, going to Montana Goodbye, old paint, I'm leaving Cheyenne Ride around, old paint, I'm leavin' Cheyenne

I don't know what's been goin' on inside that head of yours But lately, you've been lookin' out that window more That gypsy soul inside of you is what I fell in love with I wonder if it's comin' back to haunt me And I'm so afraid that Maybe there's a star somewhere in another sky Those California colors are easy on the eyes If you think the world looks better on that side of the fence I'll paint the grass green like a Technicolor Dream If our love has faded, babe, I'll brighten up the scene I'll paint the grass green They say that if you love someone, don't hold 'em back But I can't quite convince myself I'm cool with that I'll change the way I kiss you or the way I take my coffee However big or small, I'll fight for it all Maybe there's a star somewhere in another sky Those California colors are easy on the eyes I'll get down on my knees if you're still up on the fence I'll paint the grass green like a technicolor dream If our love has faded, babe, I'll brighten up the scene I'll paint the grass green I'll make the roses red Give you a gold sunset Tell me it's not over yet Oh, maybe there's a star somewhere in another sky Those California colors are easy on the eyes I'll get down on my knees if you're still up on the fence I'll paint the grass green like a technicolor dream If our love has faded, babe, I'll brighten up the scene I'll paint the grass green If that's what you need I'll paint the grass green

Can't be arsed to dress up no more I'm a boring bastard You run all the colour from my collar Down my legs to my steady feet I wanna paint old street black I'm gonna take it back Back to wearin' the leather, grey clouds and shitty weather Fuck colour, fuck all of summer Wanna fuck all your smiling faces Infesting places like unwanted races Can't be arsed to dress up no more I'm a boring bastard You run all the colour from my collar Down my legs to my steady feet I wanna paint you black This herd of sheep, a gathering of the weak I'll be the butcher and the decorator, dictator To those who oppose what rose from nowhere Can't be arsed to dress up no more I'm a boring bastard You run all the colour from my collar Down my legs to my steady feet Can't be arsed to dress up no more (anymore) You run all the colour from my collar Down my legs to my steady feet I wanna paint old street black I'm gonna paint you black Let's take it back

I ride a little old paint horse she carries me on my way She sure a foot in sturdy wild is the rain All the cattle they are lowing as I'm singing them to sleep And the stars are like a blanket God hung over me My love is like an oak tree she's strong and tall And she holds me in her branches when I can't stand at all And I love her like a Prairiefield like I can't see the end And I'd walk on forever I'd walk until I'm dead Those mountain dogs they are calling me from on high They're looking for a kill and there's violence on the rise They lo me to sleep like my mama sitting by my bed when I was Maybe 5 years old Storms in my head I ride a little old paint horse she carries me on my way She sure a foot in sturdy wild is the rain All the cattle they are lowing as I'm singing them to sleep And the stars are like a blanket God hung over me