Tumbleweed - Keith Urban

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 to where you’re headed

But I’d sure like to tag along

Hey Miss Tumbleweed

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

Hmmm

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 (Smoke, smoke)

No telling where we might end up

Rebels like you and me

Nowhere, anywhere, everywhere, out there

Somewhere in between

Hey Miss Tumbleweed

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

Hmmm

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

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

Hmmm