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