Wylie The Wild West Show - I Gram My Saddle Horn and Blow Lyrics

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