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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 some 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 stare |
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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 |
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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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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 like some spirit of the west |
