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-moving train 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, rolling along, so keep your big wind blowing till all my natural 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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