I feel like a lonesome tumbleweed rolling across an open plain,
I feel like something nobody needs I feel my life drifting away, drifting away I feel like a broken wagon wheel when I can't hop a slow Think I know how a coyote feels when he's howling just to
ease the pain, since he's been away. Lord, I feel like rolling, wind blowing till all my natural
rolling along, so keep your big days are gone till my days are all gone. I'm just a lonesome tumbleweed turning end over end. Once I pulled all my roots free I became a slave to the wind,
a slave to the wind.
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