Not sure if this is the same song or not. It was written by Curley Fletcher.
I got it from Don Edwards Book classic cowboy songs.
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[A]I'm known to some as a saddle bum and ever since the day
I quit th[B7]e strife of cowboy life to travel sing and play[E]
[A]A saddle tramp from ranch to camp travling near and far
A horsebac[B7]k bum to sing and strum on my mexican guitar[E]
I used to work but now I shirk and I never more will hire
To mark an ear, to turn a steer nor tend a branding fire
The pie and cake is mine to take the best of everything
I'll lay my head on the softest bed play my old guitar and sing
Well here or there or anywhere That I may choose to roam
Me they'll feed and my saddle steed will always find a home
I'll tell you that my horse is fat and I want you to know
It's mighty fine to ride grub line and I'm welcome where I go
I'll stay awhile to sing and smile but when there comes a rift
When things get cool I ain't no fool I fork my bronc and drift
I'll ramble down to a little town when winter comes along
To sweet Lolita my senorita and sing for her my song
When white snow flies from wintery skies and mantles hill and plain
I'm comin back to that little shack and love you dear again
Sweet Lolita my senorita again I've come to you
So dont you grieve until I leave while here I will be true
I got it from Don Edwards Book classic cowboy songs.
[E]
[A]I'm known to some as a saddle bum and ever since the day
I quit th[B7]e strife of cowboy life to travel sing and play[E]
[A]A saddle tramp from ranch to camp travling near and far
A horsebac[B7]k bum to sing and strum on my mexican guitar[E]
I used to work but now I shirk and I never more will hire
To mark an ear, to turn a steer nor tend a branding fire
The pie and cake is mine to take the best of everything
I'll lay my head on the softest bed play my old guitar and sing
Well here or there or anywhere That I may choose to roam
Me they'll feed and my saddle steed will always find a home
I'll tell you that my horse is fat and I want you to know
It's mighty fine to ride grub line and I'm welcome where I go
I'll stay awhile to sing and smile but when there comes a rift
When things get cool I ain't no fool I fork my bronc and drift
I'll ramble down to a little town when winter comes along
To sweet Lolita my senorita and sing for her my song
When white snow flies from wintery skies and mantles hill and plain
I'm comin back to that little shack and love you dear again
Sweet Lolita my senorita again I've come to you
So dont you grieve until I leave while here I will be true
