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Grab Your Saddle Horn and Blow

(Bob Nolan)

 

Sing Along with the Sons of the Pioneers

 

When I feel the urge I got to travel

Anywhere the tumbleweeds grow.

Happy when my feet are scratchiní gravel,

I grab my saddle horn and blow.

You may think a certain place has got me

And from there I never will go.

But, you son of a gun, Iíll bet a hundred to one

I grab my saddle horn and blow.

 

Iíve been all around this country.

Guess Iíve traveled everywhere.

Been from coast to coast and way down south.

I know the tang of frosty air.

I like the feel of saddle leather.

I like the way my pony sways.

As he moves along, Iíll sing this song

And go roviní all the rest of my days.

 

When I feel the urge I got to travel

Anywhere the tumbleweeds grow.

Happy when my feet are scratchiní gravel,

I grab my saddle horn and blow.

You may think a certain place has got me

And from there I never will go.

But, you son of a gun, Iíll bet a hundred to one

I grab my saddle horn and blow.

I grab my saddle horn and blow.

 

 

 

 

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