Lyrics:
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
Whoopi tai ai oh, rockin' to and fro
Back in the saddle again
My little boy said, "Daddy, who's Gene Autry?"
His old movie was comin' on TV
And I
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
When evening chores are over at our rach house on the plains
And all I've got to do is lay around
I saddle up my pony and ride off down the trail
When evening chores are over at our ranch house on the plain
And all I've got to do is lay around
I saddle up my pony and ride off down the trail
Girl when I break you off
I promise that you won't want to get off
If you're horny lets do it, ride it, my pony
My saddle's waiting, come and jump
to see
That justice is the one thing you should always find
You got to saddle up your boys, you got to draw a hard line
When the gun smoke settles
If you want it let's do it
Ride it, my pony, my saddle
Is waitin', come and, jump on it
If you want it let's do it
Ride it, my pony, my saddle
Is
cowboys an' thinks less of fools.
So, boy, don't you saddle yourself to a high-tone woman.
She'll cut up your heart like an' old credit card,
When
blow no more
I'm gonna catch my pony boys, saddle up my black mare, oh, yeah
I'm gonna catch my pony boys; gonna saddle up my black mare
I'm gonna
'em free
In the shadow of the saddle, let them run, boys, let them be
We have changed the land and water just to fit our selfish needs
Now the shadow
I'm back in the saddle again
Out where a friend is a friend
Where the longhorn cattle feed
On the lowly jimsonweed
Back in the saddle again
woman this boy likes to feel the hide
False eyelashes and a false foundation may build your pride
But don't give me no plastic saddle gal let me feel
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
You call me pretty little thing
And I love to turn him on
Boy, I'll let you be my Levi's jeans
So you can hug that ass all day long
Call me your
I'm heading for the last roundup
Gonna saddle old Paint for the last time and ride
So long, old pal, it's time your tears were dried
I'm heading
That justice is the one thing you should always find
You got to saddle up your boys, you got to draw a hard line
When the gun smoke settles we'll sing
I want a honky tonk girl
I want a honky tonk song
I'd like to pull my saddle off
And send my pony home
I've got fast cars, fast planes
Fast
Git along little doggie, git along
Git along little doggie, git along
I'm heading for the last roundup
Gonna saddle old Paint for the last time
saddle up, my pony and I ride off down the trail
To watch the desert sun go down
Ridin' down the canyon, to watch the sun go down
A picture that no artist
When evening chores are over at the ranch house on the plains
And there's nothing left to do but lay around
I saddle up my pony and go riding down
I'm back in the saddle again
Out where a friend is a friend
Where the longhorn cattle feed
On the lowly jimsonweed
Back in the saddle again
where I'm going, but I know where I've been, yeah!
Looking back when I was a boy
A hand-me-down bike was my toy
A barefoot brother who gave me hell
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