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