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My foot in the stirrup, my pony won't stan', I'm a-leavin' Cheyenne, I'm off for Montan'.
Good-by, old Paint, I'm a-leavin' Cheyenne, Good-by, old Paint, I'm a-leavin' Cheyenne.*
I'm a-ridin' old Paint, I'm a-leadin' old Fan, Good-by, little Annie, I'm off for Cheyenne-Old Paint's a good pony, he paces when he can, Good morning, young lady, my bosses won't stand.
Oh, hitch up your hosses and feed 'em some hay, And seat yourself by me, as long as you stay.
My hosses ain't hungry, they'll not eat your hay, My wagon is loaded and rolling away.
I am a-riding old Paint, I am a-leading old Dan, I'm goin' to Montan' for to throw the hoolihan.
They feed in the coulees, they water in the draw, Their tails are all matted, their backs are all raw.
* To be repeated until one thinks of more words or the waltz stops.