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 singSaddle tramp, saddle tramp
I'm as free as the breeze and 
I ride where 
I pleaseSaddle 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 knewMight even whisper her name
Saddle tramp, saddle tramp
I'm as free as the breeze and 
I ride where 
I pleaseSaddle tramp
I might even wind up in 
IdahoAnd 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 pleaseSaddle 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 pleaseSaddle tramp