Tumbleweed

Hotter than a two dollar shot of whiskey
Looking pretty sitting at the bar
Looking 'round the room with the devil on your shoulder

Like you're 'bout to steal a cowboy's heart

I'm your Billy the Kid
So baby, let's giddy-up, gone
I ain't even sure just a where you're headed
But I'd sure like to tag along

Hey, Miss Tumbleweed
Well, I believe two tumbleweeds is better than one
Everybody needs a buddy when they're on the run

Hey, Miss Tumbleweed
Let's ride the breeze
Town to town, just a-kicking up dust
Make a little trouble, might make a little love

Teach me your gypsy ways
Come on, baby, show me the ropes
The real world can chase us, girl
But we'll leave 'em in a cloud of smoke

No telling where we might end up
Rebels like you and me
Nowhere, anywhere, everywhere, out there
Somewhere in between

Hey, Miss Tumbleweed
Well, I believe two tumbleweeds is better than one
Everybody needs a buddy when they're on the run

Hey, Miss Tumbleweed
Let's ride the breeze
Town to town, just a-kicking up dust
Make a little trouble, might make a little love

Oh, yeah, that's right

Tumbleweed, tumbleweed
I'll roll with you, you roll with me
Tumbleweed, tumbleweed
I'll roll with you, you roll with me (hey)
Tumbleweed, tumbleweed
I'll roll with you, you roll with me
Tumbleweed, tumbleweed
I'll roll with you, you roll with me

Hey, Miss Tumbleweed
Well, I believe two tumbleweeds is better than one
Everybody needs a buddy when they're on the run

Hey, Miss Tumbleweed
Let's ride the breeze
Town to town, just a-kicking up dust
Make a little trouble, might make a little love