I Ride an Old Paint

I ride an old paint, I lead an old dam,
I’m off to Montana to throw the hooligan.
They feed in the coulees, they water in the draw.
Their tails are all matted, their backs are all raw.
Ride around, little dogies*, ride around them slow
For the fiery and snuffy are rarin’ to go.

*Dogies = motherless calves in a cattle herd (source)