Tumbleweed - Paul Cauthen

If tumbleweed were you’ve been

Right up your sit taken by the wind

The tumbleweed when you’re coming home

You know put it in your moth and you by now

Which travel all alone

Roll on me, roll on me, to me

My tumbleweed

The tumbleweed you need to slow it down

You’re trap in your vanity so long

You can’t pull yourself out

You tumbleweed turn around while you still can

There’s always been an open door for all to help

Roll on me, roll on me, to me

My tumbleweed

Roll on me, roll on to me, roll on me, roll on me, to me

My tumbleweed

Your tumbleweed, your tumbleweed