Old Paint

Verse

I was cinchin' up her saddle when her brain it came unravelled

She was flirtin' with the stallion across the fence

Her legs got weak she started to faint

I hollerd out Old Paint

Old Paint didn't have a lick of sense

Chorus

One more ride then Old Paint is gone

She don't seem to ride the same

Since she done me wrong caught her with the stud next door

Had to carry on

One more ride then Old Paint is gone

Said Old Paint let me tell you this

Your mine not his

Girl don't let me catch you horsin' around that saddle

Yours is just my size

It won't fit no other guy

Verse

Broad played to many games with my head

That rounder stallion gonna end up dead

Make him bite down on the grain of a .45

44, 43 ,42 is the countdown

Until they're turned into a bottle of glue

Old Paint, she never had a clue

Chorus

Said Old Paint let me tell you this

Your mine not his

Girl don't let me catch you horsin' around that saddle

Yours is just my size

It won't fit no other guy