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Tumbleweed

 

Red sun was born this morning,

I rose to watch through the peachy haze.

As the wind blew, I heard her calling,

For today, we are one,

You and me, summer is our name.

 

Tumbleweed, rumbling, tumbling,

Knows the wind, she’s a friend.

Wild and free, just like me, tumbleweed, tumbleweed.

 

Don’t mistake me for somebody,

somewhere, somehow, that you once knew.

I’m not your daddy, or your old boyfriend,

or anyone who put you through,

the lover’s grindstone, fighting dust storms,

chasing ghosts that you once knew.

Didn’t you? Tumbleweed?

 

Tumbleweed, rumbling, tumbling,

knows the wind, she’s a friend.

Wild and free, just like me, tumbleweed, tumbleweed.

 

Woke up feeling lonely this morning,

Thinking about roots and a room with a view.

A hometown boy, with the simple joy

of settling down with a girl like you,

Yea you, you tumbleweed.

 

Tumbleweed, rumbling, tumbling,

knows the wind, she’s a friend.

Wild and free, just like me, tumbleweed, tumbleweed.

 

More than I can express to you

lies sleeping, dreaming, drowned.

The well is deep, eternal spring,

drink deep this life you found, tumbleweed.

 

Tumbleweed, rumbling, tumbling,

knows the wind, she’s a friend.

Wild and free, just like me, tumbleweed, tumbleweed.

 

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Who Are We?

 

Oh Love, take me home, inside from the rain.

Oh Love, make me know, I want to love again.

Oh Love, I'm broken now, you’re mending me.

Hold me ‘til I settle down, keep me ‘til I'm free.

Say, who, who are you? Who are we?

Pray, who, who are you? Who are we?

 

All those bad memories, Love they're haunting me.

Can't you see I'm dreaming Love, dreams your next to me.

Passing through the wasteland Love, your garden calls me in.

From your fruit, grow the seeds, where Love has rarely been.

Say who, who are you? Who are we?

Pray, who, who are you? Who are we?

 

Don’t say your leaving Love, Love please wait for me.

Forward to forever Love, Love eternally.

Old Love, new Love, true Love stays the same.

When everything fades away, it’s Love that will remain.

Say, who, who are you? Who are we?

Pray, who, who are you? Who are we?

 

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Don’t Leave Me Hanging

 

Don’t leave me hanging

because I’m thinking of you,

I am pleading, not haranguing.

because I like what you do.

 

Don’t let me dangle,

because I am up for you.

you can pump my handle,

anytime you want to.

 

I’m got a silent sharpshooter

that wants to bang, bang, bang

So don’t leave me hanging,

because my heart is panging…

 

I wish you stood me up,

So I could lay you down,

And we could tumble,

and rumble around.

 

Don’t leave me hanging,

because I’m thinking of you.

I am pleading, not haranguing.

because I like what you do.

 

I’m got a silent sharpshooter

that wants to bang, bang, bang

So don’t leave me hanging,

because my heart is a panging…


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Lonesome Cowboy


The lonesome cowboy,

he's out on a roam.

With thirty miles of fence to mend,

and today’s grown old.

He finds an old cotton tree,

says: "Guess here tonight I'll be..."

He throws down his saddle and poke,

pulls out some hard tack,

coffee and a smoke,

and the frayed-edged letter from Maria,

the only one who wrote.

 

The lonesome cowboy,

he'll pass the night away,

The Hotel of a Million Stars,

that’s where he likes to stay.

He don't got no house, don't pay no rent.

Out on the range, he's so content.

A new moon’s on the rise,

he's searching the starry sky,

Thinking about Maria, and her boy,

who's got his eyes.

 

The lonesome cowboy he's tired,

he calls it a day.

Lays down his head to rest,

he dreams the night away,

of Colorado, and pasture sweet,

tall green grass,

wading through waste deep.

On his cow horse with his cow dog,

the cowboy drives 'em on,

up to Colorado from New Mexico,

he's dreaming on and on and on.

 

The lonesome cowboy,

he'll pass his life away.

He’ll be riding herd, and mending fence,

he'll even put up some hay.

He don't like concrete,

it kind of hurts his feet.

His cowboy boots

don’t wear even on a street.

 

There's just one thing that he wants.

That’s to find the love he lost.

He's whispering to the wind,

and he sends her his kind thoughts.

Yea, he's whisperin’ to the wind,

and he sends her his kind thoughts.

Yea, he's whisperin’ to the wind,

and he sends her his kind thoughts.

 

Going to Maria, Maria...

Espero te, siempre, mi amor, mi amor perdido, Maria...

(I'll wait for you, forever, my love, my lost love, Maria)


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