Loudon:
I ride an old paint, I lead an old dam
I'm going to Montana to throw the houlihan
And lead in the coulees, and they water in the draw
Their tails are all matted, and their backs are all raw

Rufus & Loudon:
Ride around little doggies, ride around slow
For the fiery and the snuffy are rarin' to go

Rufus:
Old Bill Jones had two daughters and a son
One went to college, the other went wrong
His wife was killed in a bar room fight
But still he sings from morning to night

Rufus & Loudon:
Ride around little doggies, ride around slow
For the fiery and the snuffy are rarin' to go

Loudon:
When I die, take my saddle from the wall
Put it up 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 prairies we love the best

Rufus & Loudon:
Ride around little doggies, ride around slow
For the fiery and the snuffy are rarin' to go
Ride around little doggies, ride around slow
For the fiery and the snuffy are rarin' to go