| Lyrics: | 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 |
