The Drifter

I’ve been called a drifter like a tumbleweed in the wind trying to live this childhood dream but it sure took toll on me from broken homes and broken bones this ain’t no life for me and somehow it still calls my name telling me not quit

Cause I born in the saddle born to ride like hell

From Cheyanne down to Houston or San Antone to Tennessee I won’t ever quit till im in the hall of fame in search of that gold buckle till The day that I die.

Now people say that I should quit they always tend to put you down one thing that my dad told me nothing in life is handed out.

Cause I born in the saddle born to ride like hell

From Cheyanne down to Houston or San Antone to Tennessee I won’t ever quit till im in the hall of fame in search of that gold buckle till The day that I die.

Cause I born in the saddle born to ride like hell

From Cheyanne down to Houston or San Antone to Tennessee I won’t ever quit till im in the hall of fame in search of that gold buckle till The day that I die.