| Far across the Mississippi and out on the open plains
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| In an Oklahoma cow town where the sky begins to rain
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| In a dusty run-down honky tonk sits a drifting tumbleweed
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| Thumbing through a magazine that he can’t even read
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| Now tumbleweed remembers how the west was won and lost
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| The homestead act and the dust bowl, everybody paid the cost
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| And the great white father promised to treat his children all the same
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| Back when Indian territory was Oklahoma’s name
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| Oh tumbleweed keep rollin', he just roams from town to town
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| It ain’t easy for a half-breed kid to try and settle down
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| Tumbleweed keep rollin', he can’t find no place to rest
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| Yeah the desert wind blows tumbleweed like some spirit of the west
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| Well his boot heals tap in time to an old flat top guitar
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| And he’s a guitar local hero and he sings straight from the heart
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| And his tip jar just a jungle of worn old dollar bills
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| He makes his rent and grocery in the local bar and grill
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| When he starts to picking that old guitar you know the people turn and
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| Stare |
| When he starts to sing the songs he wrote wells there’s magic in the air
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| Cause his song can heal your wounded heart, he can set you spirit free
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| He can raise you hopes to be the very best that you can be Oh tumbleweed keep rollin', he just roams from town to town
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| It ain’t easy for a half-breed kid to try and settle down
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| Tumbleweed keep rollin', he can’t find no place to rest
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| Yeah the desert wind blows tumbleweed like some spirit of the west
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| So if you cross the Mississippi, you head out on the open plain
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| And you pass through Oklahoma and the sky begins to rain
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| And you feeling kind of rootless, you can’t find no place to rest
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| Just remember tumbleweed, he’s the spirit of the west
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| Oh the desert blows old tumbleweed |