Far across the Mississippi and out on the open plains

In an Oklahoma cow town where the sky begins to rain

In a dusty run-down honky tonk sits a drifting tumbleweed

Thumbing through some magazine that he can't even read



Now tumbleweed remembers how the west was won and lost

The homestead act and the dust bowl, everybody paid the cost

And the great white father promised to treat his children all the same

Back when Indian territory was Oklahoma's name



Oh tumbleweed keep rollin', he just roams from town to town

It ain't easy for a half-breed kid to try and settle down

Tumbleweed keep rollin', he can't find no place to rest

Yeah the desert wind blows tumbleweed like some spirit of the west



Well his boot heals tap in time to an old flat top guitar

And he's a guitar local hero and he sings straight from the heart

And his tip jar just a jungle of worn old dollar bills

He makes his rent and grocery in the local bar and grill



When he starts to picking that old guitar you know the people turn and

stare

When he starts to sing the songs he wrote wells there's magic in the air



Cause his song can heal your wounded heart, he can set you spirit free

He can raise you hopes to be the very best that you can be



Oh tumbleweed keep rollin', he just roams from town to town

It ain't easy for a half-breed kid to try and settle down

Tumbleweed keep rollin', he can't find no place to rest

Yeah the desert wind blows tumbleweed like some spirit of the west



So if you cross the Mississippi, you head out on the open plain

And you pass through Oklahoma and the sky begins to rain

And you feeling kind of rootless, you can't find no place to rest

Just remember tumbleweed, he's the spirit of the west



Oh the desert blows old tumbleweed like some spirit of the west