| I’ll always remember the first time I saw him
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| Up in the saddle alone
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| Riding that pony and racin' the wind
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| Whereverit would blow
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| Each night I’d pray
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| For one more day
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| But his soul was wild and free
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| It’s like tyin' a heart
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| To a tumbleweed
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| So I’ll make a wish beneath the desert moon
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| His love will blow my way one day soon
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| Yes I know I should let him go
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| But I can’t deny the need
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| It’s like tyin' a heart to a tumbleweed
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| So I’ll make a wish beneath the desert moon
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| His love will blow my way one day soon
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| Yes I know I should let him go
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| But I can’t deny the need
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| It’s like tyin' a heart to a tumbleweed
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| I could fashion some fences that might hold him in
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| But only for a little while
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| 'Cause that restless spirit keeps following him
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| And I know he’s bound to say goodbye
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| I dream he’ll say that he wants to stay
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| Then he drifts away from me
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| It’s like tyin' a heart to a tumbleweed
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| So I’ll make a wish beneath the desert moon
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| His love will blow my way one day soon
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| Yes I know I should let him go
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| But I can’t deny the need
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| It’s like tyin' a heart to a tumbleweed
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| Tyin' a heart to a tumbleweed
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| Tyin' a heart to a tumbleweed |