(Terry Clayton/Terri Clark/Stan Lawrence)
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I'll always remember the first time I saw him
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Up in the saddle alone
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Riding that pony and racin' the wind
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Wherever it would blow
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Each night I'd pray
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For one more day
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But his soul was wild and free
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It's like tyin' a heart
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To a tumbleweed
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So I'll make a wish beneath the desert moon
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His love will blow my way one day soon
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Yes I know I should let him go
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But I can't deny the need
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It's like tyin' a heart to a tumbleweed
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I could fashion some fences that might hold him in
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But only for a little while
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'Cause that restless spirit keeps following him
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And I know he's bound to say goodbye
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I dream he'll say that he wants to stay
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Then he drifts away from me
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It's like tyin' a heart to a tumbleweed
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So I'll make a wish beneath the desert moon
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His love will blow my way one day soon
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Yes I know I should let him go
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But I can't deny the need
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It's like tyin' a heart to a tumbleweed
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Tyin' a heart to a tumbleweed
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Tyin' a heart to a tumbleweed
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Tyin' A Heart To A Tumbleweed
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Terri Clark |