1 Oh, when I die, take my saddle from the wall,

2 Put it on my pony, lead him out of the stall.

3 Tie my bones to his back, point our faces to the west,

4 And we'll ride the prairies that we love the best.

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6 Ride around, little doggies,

7 Ride around real slow.

8 Firey and Snuffy are rarin' to go.

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:set nu