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

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Writer(s): MARTY ROBBINS