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My foot in the stirrup, my pony won't stand; Good-bye, Old Paint, I'm a-leavin' Cheyenne.
I'm a-leavin' Cheyenne, I'm off for Montan'; Good-bye, Old Paint, I'm a-leavin' Cheyenne.
I'm a-ridin' Old Paint, I'm a-leadin' Old Fan; Good-bye, Old Paint, I'm a-leavin' Cheyenne.
With my feet in the stirrups, my bridle in my hand; Good-bye, Old Paint, I'm a-leavin' Cheyenne.
Old Paint's a good pony, he paces when he can; Good-bye, little Annie, I'm off for Cheyenne.
Oh hitch up your horses and feed 'em some hay, And seat yourself by me so long as you stay.
My horses ain't hungry, they'll not eat your hay; My wagon is loaded and rolling away.
My foot in my stirrup, my reins in my hand; Good-morning, young lady, my horses won't stand.
'Good-bye, Old Paint, I'm a-leavin' Cheyenne, Good-9ye, Old Paint, I'm a-leavin' Cheyenne.
OLD PAINT
By N. Howard Thorp Every time I see an old paint horse, I think of you, Old paint horse of mine that used to be, Old pal 0' mine that was, the best horse of all,
because —■ That's why, old horse, at last I set you free! |
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