I Gram My Saddle Horn And Blow

Anytime I get the urge to travel
Anywhere the tumbleweeds blow
Happy when the hooves are scratchinÂ' 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 IÂ'll bet you a hundred to one
I grab my saddle horn and blow

IÂ've traveled all around this country
I guess IÂ've been most everywhere
IÂ'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 IÂ'll sing this song
And be happy the rest of my days