Saddle Tramp Lyrics - Gunfighter Ballads & Trail Songs - 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