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