| I feel like a lonesome tumbleweed
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| Rolling across an open plain
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| I feel like something nobody needs
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| I feel my life drifting away
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| Drifting away —
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| I feel like a broken wagon wheel
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| When I can’t hop a slow-moving train
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| Think I know how a coyote feels
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| When he’s howling just to
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| Ease the pain, since he’s been away
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| Lord, I feel like rolling
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| Rolling along, so keep your big
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| Wind blowing till all my natural
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| Days are gone —
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| Till my days are all gone
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| I’m just a lonesome tumbleweed
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| Turning end over end
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| Once I pulled all my roots free
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| I became a slave to the wind
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| A slave to the wind |