Where the sky begins to rain
In a dusty rundown honky -tonk
Sits a driftin' tumbleweed
Thumb him through a magazine
The tumbleweed remembers how the
Bowl, everybody paid the cost
The great white father promised to
treat his children all the same
he just roams from town to town
It ain't easy for a half -breed kid
he can't find no place to rest
because the desert wind blows tumbleweed
His boot heels tap in time
to an old flat -top box guitar
And he sings straight from the heart
And his tip jar is just a jumble
But he can heal your wounded heart
He can set your spirit free
He can raise your hopes to be
The very best that you can be
The tumbleweed keeps rollin'
He just roams from town to town
It ain't easy for a half -breed kid
The tumbleweed keeps rollin'
He can't find no place to rest
Cause the desert wind blows
And you hit the open plains
Where the sky begins to rain
And you're feeling kind of rootless
And you can't find no place to nest
Oh, the desert wind calls tumbleweed from
