| They call me a drifter, they say I’m no good
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| I’ll never amount to a thing
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| Well I may be a drifter and I may be no good
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| There’s joy in this song that I sing
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| Saddle tramp, saddle tramp
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| I’m as free as the breeze and I ride where I please
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| Saddle tramp, saddle tramp
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| At night I will rest 'neath a blanket of blue
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| Doubt if I ever will change
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| I might even dream of a lady I knew
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| Might even whisper her name
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| Saddle tramp, saddle tramp
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| I’m as free as the breeze and I ride where I please
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| Saddle tramp
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| I might even wind up in Idaho
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| And visit a cute little miss
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| A sweet little someone I used to know
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| And I might even stop long enough for a kiss
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| Saddle tramp, saddle tramp
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| I’m as free as the breeze and I ride where I please
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| Saddle tramp, saddle tramp
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| Might even ride back through Phoenix someday
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| Might even stop for awhile
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| But branded, no never! |
| I’ll not be tied down
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| Trapped by a fair lady’s smile
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| Saddle tramp, saddle tramp
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| I’m as free as the breeze and I ride where I please
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| Saddle tramp! |