(Traditional)
I ride an Old Paint
A leadin' old Dan
I'm goin' to Montana
For to throw the hoolahan
They feed in the coulee
And they water in the draws
Their tails are all matted
And their backs are all raw
Goodbye Old Paint
I'm leaving Cheyenne
Goodbye Old Paint
I'm a leaving Cheyenne
I'm leaving Cheyenne
I'm going to Montana
Goodbye Old Paint
I'm a leaving Cheyenne
Now old Bill Jones
Had two daughters and a son
The son went to Denver
And the daughter went wrong
His wife, she got killed
In a pool room fight
But still he keeps a singing
From morning till night
Goodbye Old Paint
I'm leaving Cheyenne
Goodbye Old Paint
I'm a leaving Cheyenne
Go hitch up your hosses
And give 'em some hay
And seat yourself by me
As long as you may
My hosses ain't hungry
They won't eat your hay
My wagon is loaded
And rolling away
I'm leaving Cheyenne
I'm going to Montana
Goodbye Old Paint
I'm a leaving Cheyenne
The reins in my hand
Good mornin'young lady
My hosses won't stand
Old Paint's a good pony
He paces when he can
Goodbye, old Paint
I'm a-leavin' Cheyenne
Now when I die
Take my saddle from the wall
Put it on the pony
Lead him out of his stall
Tie my bones to his back
Head our faces toward the west
We'll ride the prairie
That we love the best
I'm a leaving Cheyenne
I'm going to Montana
Goodbye Old Paint
I'm leaving Cheyenne