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