| Song | Tumbleweed Town |
| Artist | Trent Willmon |
| Album | Broken In |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Kinney, Willmon | |
| He said "I'm gone to west Texas" | |
| They said "Hell, you've gone crazy | |
| Ain't nothin out there | |
| But coyotes and comanches" | |
| But he headed out anyway | |
| As far as he could | |
| Till the heat finally got to them mules | |
| Sold whiskey and cigars | |
| To passin' through would-be settlers | |
| But no body wants to settle | |
| Where there ain't no damn water | |
| But then they figured out a windmill | |
| Could pump it from the ground | |
| And up sprang a tumbleweed town | |
| Chorus: | |
| Where the lonely wind blows | |
| Like it's angry for bein' there | |
| A flat piece of stone | |
| In the middle of no where | |
| The town never grows | |
| Cause no body can keep their roots down | |
| It's a tumbleweed town | |
| They came in like gypsies | |
| To steal that black gold | |
| And the town's population | |
| Increased hundred more | |
| But they scattered like quail | |
| When all the oil wells ran out | |
| Left no trace of the riches they found | |
| Then some big shot from Dallas | |
| Built a factory here | |
| Gonna put us back on the map | |
| But hell, that was back a few years | |
| Now the weeds have grown up | |
| And the building's fallen down | |
| And you'd think they'da figured out by now | |
| Hell, it's a tumbleweed town | |
| Chorus: | |
| Where the lonely wind blows | |
| Like it's angry for bein' there | |
| A flat piece of stone | |
| In the middle of no where | |
| The town never grows | |
| Cause no body can keep their roots down | |
| It's just a tumbleweed town | |
| Now for you hay seeds and ranchers | |
| That are still hangin in | |
| Too old to start over | |
| Too damn stubborn to quit | |
| The kids all get restless | |
| Waitin' on that Greyhound | |
| So they can get the hell out | |
| Of this tumbleweed town | |
| But I love my tumbleweed town |
| zuo qu : Kinney, Willmon | |
| He said " I' m gone to west Texas" | |
| They said " Hell, you' ve gone crazy | |
| Ain' t nothin out there | |
| But coyotes and comanches" | |
| But he headed out anyway | |
| As far as he could | |
| Till the heat finally got to them mules | |
| Sold whiskey and cigars | |
| To passin' through wouldbe settlers | |
| But no body wants to settle | |
| Where there ain' t no damn water | |
| But then they figured out a windmill | |
| Could pump it from the ground | |
| And up sprang a tumbleweed town | |
| Chorus: | |
| Where the lonely wind blows | |
| Like it' s angry for bein' there | |
| A flat piece of stone | |
| In the middle of no where | |
| The town never grows | |
| Cause no body can keep their roots down | |
| It' s a tumbleweed town | |
| They came in like gypsies | |
| To steal that black gold | |
| And the town' s population | |
| Increased hundred more | |
| But they scattered like quail | |
| When all the oil wells ran out | |
| Left no trace of the riches they found | |
| Then some big shot from Dallas | |
| Built a factory here | |
| Gonna put us back on the map | |
| But hell, that was back a few years | |
| Now the weeds have grown up | |
| And the building' s fallen down | |
| And you' d think they' da figured out by now | |
| Hell, it' s a tumbleweed town | |
| Chorus: | |
| Where the lonely wind blows | |
| Like it' s angry for bein' there | |
| A flat piece of stone | |
| In the middle of no where | |
| The town never grows | |
| Cause no body can keep their roots down | |
| It' s just a tumbleweed town | |
| Now for you hay seeds and ranchers | |
| That are still hangin in | |
| Too old to start over | |
| Too damn stubborn to quit | |
| The kids all get restless | |
| Waitin' on that Greyhound | |
| So they can get the hell out | |
| Of this tumbleweed town | |
| But I love my tumbleweed town |
| zuò qǔ : Kinney, Willmon | |
| He said " I' m gone to west Texas" | |
| They said " Hell, you' ve gone crazy | |
| Ain' t nothin out there | |
| But coyotes and comanches" | |
| But he headed out anyway | |
| As far as he could | |
| Till the heat finally got to them mules | |
| Sold whiskey and cigars | |
| To passin' through wouldbe settlers | |
| But no body wants to settle | |
| Where there ain' t no damn water | |
| But then they figured out a windmill | |
| Could pump it from the ground | |
| And up sprang a tumbleweed town | |
| Chorus: | |
| Where the lonely wind blows | |
| Like it' s angry for bein' there | |
| A flat piece of stone | |
| In the middle of no where | |
| The town never grows | |
| Cause no body can keep their roots down | |
| It' s a tumbleweed town | |
| They came in like gypsies | |
| To steal that black gold | |
| And the town' s population | |
| Increased hundred more | |
| But they scattered like quail | |
| When all the oil wells ran out | |
| Left no trace of the riches they found | |
| Then some big shot from Dallas | |
| Built a factory here | |
| Gonna put us back on the map | |
| But hell, that was back a few years | |
| Now the weeds have grown up | |
| And the building' s fallen down | |
| And you' d think they' da figured out by now | |
| Hell, it' s a tumbleweed town | |
| Chorus: | |
| Where the lonely wind blows | |
| Like it' s angry for bein' there | |
| A flat piece of stone | |
| In the middle of no where | |
| The town never grows | |
| Cause no body can keep their roots down | |
| It' s just a tumbleweed town | |
| Now for you hay seeds and ranchers | |
| That are still hangin in | |
| Too old to start over | |
| Too damn stubborn to quit | |
| The kids all get restless | |
| Waitin' on that Greyhound | |
| So they can get the hell out | |
| Of this tumbleweed town | |
| But I love my tumbleweed town |