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