Bob Nolan (Unichappel Music ASCAP)       Anytime I get the urge to travel   Anywhere the tumbleweeds blow   Happy when the hooves are scratchin’ gravel   I grab my saddle horn and blow   You may think a certain place has got me    And from there I never will roam   But you son of a gun I’ll bet you a hundred to one   I grab my saddle horn and blow      I’ve traveled all around this country    I guess I’ve been most everywhere   I’ve been from coast to coast and way down south   I know the tang of frosty air   I like the feel of saddle leather   I love the way a pony sways   As I ride along I’ll sing this song    And be happy the rest of my days