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