I Gram My Saddle Horn and Blow

Bob Nolan (Unichappel Music ASCAP) Anytime I get the urge to travel Anywhere the tumbleweeds blow Happy when the hooves are scratchin’ 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 I’ll bet you a hundred to one I grab my saddle horn and blow I’ve traveled all around this country I guess I’ve been most everywhere I’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 I’ll sing this song And be happy the rest of my days