My foot is in the stirrup
My pony won't stand
Goodbye Old Paint
I'm leaving Cheyenne
Old Paint's a good pony
He paces when he can
Goodbye Old Paint
I'm leaving Cheyenne
He feeds in the morning
He waters in the draw
His tail is all matted
His back is all raw
Goodbye Old Paint
I'm leaving Cheyenne
Goodbye Old Paint
I'm off to Montan'
When I die take my saddle from the wall
Put it on my pony
Lead him out of the stall
Tie my bones to his back
Turn our face to the West
And we'll ride the prairie that we love the best