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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 Ill bet you a hundred to one
I grab my saddle horn and blow
Ive traveled all around this country
I guess Ive been most everywhere
Ive 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 Ill sing this song
And be happy the rest of my days