Bill Miller Tumbleweed
			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 some 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