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They call me a drifter, they say |
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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 |
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I may be no good |
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There's joy in this song that |
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I singSaddle tramp, saddle tramp |
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I'm as free as the breeze and |
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I ride where |
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I pleaseSaddle tramp, saddle tramp |
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At night, |
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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 |
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I knewMight even whisper her name |
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Saddle tramp, saddle tramp |
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I'm as free as the breeze and |
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I ride where |
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I pleaseSaddle tramp |
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I might even wind up in |
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IdahoAnd visit a cute little miss |
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A sweet little someone |
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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 |
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I ride where |
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I pleaseSaddle tramp, saddle tramp |
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Might even ride back through |
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Phoenix someday |
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Might even stop for awhile |
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But branded, no never, |
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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 |
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I ride where |
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I pleaseSaddle tramp |