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