Saddle Tramp - Marty Robbins

They call me a drifter, they say I’m no good

I’ll never amount to a thing

Well I may be a drifter and I may be no good

There’s joy in this song that I sing

Saddle tramp, saddle tramp

I’m as free as the breeze and I ride where I please

Saddle tramp, saddle tramp

At night I will rest 'neath a blanket of blue

Doubt if I ever will change

I might even dream of a lady I knew

Might even whisper her name

Saddle tramp, saddle tramp

I’m as free as the breeze and I ride where I please

Saddle tramp

I might even wind up in Idaho

And visit a cute little miss

A sweet little someone I used to know

And I might even stop long enough for a kiss

Saddle tramp, saddle tramp

I’m as free as the breeze and I ride where I please

Saddle tramp, saddle tramp

Might even ride back through Phoenix someday

Might even stop for awhile

But branded, no never!

I’ll not be tied down

Trapped by a fair lady’s smile

Saddle tramp, saddle tramp

I’m as free as the breeze and I ride where I please

Saddle tramp!