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 Ms. Tumbleweed I believe two tumbleweeds is better than one Everybody needs a buddy when they're on the run Hey Ms. 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 Ms. Tumbleweed I believe two tumbleweeds is better than one Everybody needs a buddy when they're on the run Hey Ms. Tumbleweed Let's ride the breeze Town to town, just a-kicking up dust Make a little trouble, might make a little love
Tumbleweed, Tumbleweed I'll roll with you, you roll with me Tumbleweed, Tumbleweed I'll roll with you, you roll with me Tumbleweed, Tumbleweed I'll roll with you, you roll with me Tumbleweed, Tumbleweed I'll roll with you, you roll with me
Hey Ms. Tumbleweed I believe two tumbleweeds is better than one Everybody needs a buddy when they're on the run Hey Ms. Tumbleweed Let's ride the breeze Town to town, just a-kicking up dust Make a little trouble, might make a little loveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
