My daddy was a cowboy and I'm follerin' in his footsteps --
Ridin' the range.
My chaps are wide, my kerchief's red,
I'll wear my Stetson 'til I'm dead --
I keep my boots on the table.
I brand steers and turn 'em free,
But the brand ain't what it used to be
'Cause now I ride a horse with a union label.
Ol’ Paint – Ol’ Paint --
A prouder horse there ain't.
'Cause my Ol’ Paint
Is a horse with a union label.
When I was a little feller and was seein’ the cowboy pictures,
My daddy told me:
“A cowboy’s life is mighty lean
When he ain’t herdin’ cows on the movie screen,
So here’s what your daddy’s advisin’:
When you swing your lariat,
You’re one of the proletariat,
So get yourself a horse and start organizin’..
I went down to the old corral to pick me out a bronco,
Like my daddy told me.
I looked 'em over, one by one,
And there was a great big stall-i-ion
Like you don't find in no millionaire's stable.
He was handsome, proud and free --
He pawed the sky and he looked at me --
And blazin' on his side was a union label.
The foreman, he was standin' there --
"By gosh," he said, "I'll ride 'im."
Paint, he just snickered.
'Cause the S. O. B. was a company man,
Which is why he landed on his can
And went home, cryin' for mother.
But I showed Paint my union card,
And he said, "Why, climb right on, pardner,
I've got plenty room for a union brother."
Now, some day, I'll be laid to rest, but I have got a feelin'
Paint'll never die.
He'll thunder on through the wild mesquite
To be on time at a union meetin' --
Strong and fearless and able.
And workin' people through the lan'
Will know it's a good Amer-i-can
That rides on the horse with a union label.