Lyrics

I go from city to city, coast to coast Highways and byways Lord, I'm healin' to post I got to roll just like a tumbleweed I gotta roll where the four winds blow, just like a tumbleweed I got everything I own in a brown paper sack Keep it stashed by the railroad track I got to roll just like a tumbleweed, baby I gotta roll where the four winds blow, just like a tumbleweed Baby, I'm a drifter, I'm a vagabond I'm-a here one minute, next I'm gone I don't need no family, can't afford no wife I wasn't made for domestic life Well, you talk to your mama, your mama tell you true She knows better what's good for you I got to roll just like a tumbleweed, baby I gotta roll where the four winds blow, just like a tumbleweed (yeah, yeah) Oh, baby, I'm a drifter, I'm a vagabond I'm-a here one minute, next I'm gone I don't need no family, can't afford no wife I wasn't made for domestic life Won't you stop all your cryin', pack your things Save it for the man with the diamond rings I've gotta roll, oh baby, like a tumbleweed I gotta roll where the four winds blow, just like a tumbleweed I gotta roll where the four winds blow, just like a tumbleweed, baby I gotta roll where the four winds blow, just like a tumbleweed, yeah, yeah, yeah Ahh, ahh yeah May be like a tumbleweed Don't you know, don't you know sing it Talk to your mama, your mama tell you true (you say) She knows better what's good for you (what you say) Talk to your mama, your mama tell you true She knows better what's good for you (one more time) Talk to your mama, your mama tell you true She knows better what's good for you (mama, mama, mama) Talk to your mama, your mama tell you true She knows better what's good for you (you better take me home now) Talk to your mama
Writer(s): Coco Montoya Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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