Keith Urban

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 Mrs. Tumbleweed
I believe two tumbleweeds is better than one
Everybody needs a buddy when they're on the run
Hey Mrs. Tumbleweed
Let's ride the breeze
Town to town, just a kicking up dust
Make a little trouble, might make a little love
Hmm

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 Mrs. Tumbleweed
I believe two tumbleweeds is better than one
Everybody needs a buddy when they're on the run
Hey Mrs. Tumbleweed
Let's ride the breeze
Town to town, just a kicking up dust
Make a little trouble, might make a little love

Bridge]
Hmm
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 Mrs. Tumbleweed
I believe two tumbleweeds is better than one
Everybody needs a buddy when they're on the run
Hey Mrs. Tumbleweed
Let's ride the breeze
Town to town, just a kicking up dust
Make a little trouble, might make a little love
Hmm

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