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(D. Van Arsdale) I feel like a lonesome tumbleweed Rolling across an open plain, I feel like something nobody needs I feel my life drifting away, Drifting away - I feel like a broken wagon wheel When I can't hop a slow-moving train Think I know how a coyote feels When he's howling just to Ease the pain, since he's been away. Lord, I feel like rolling, Rolling along, so keep your big Wind blowing till all my natural Days are gone - Till my days are all gone. I'm just a lonesome tumbleweed Turning end over end. Once I pulled all my roots free I became a slave to the wind, A slave to the wind From Letras Mania