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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. |
