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Tumbleweed
words and music by Matt Abell
©2004 All rights reserved
 

Somewhere between the town of Tucson, Arizona
And Albuquerque, New Mexico
A wayward woman in a beat-up Winnebago
Does her make-up in the mirror while blindly
Driving on and on and on and on

My old man Charlie saw the bruise on her cheekbone
When Jane pulled into the trailer park
He didn’t have to ask her what she was running from
“I been here long enough to know that ain’t a birthmark, baby”
And he slugged his whiskey til it was gone

See the tumbleweed fly
Kickin’ the sand in the air
Here and there touching down, down, down
Here in this tumbleweed town

Then Charlie landed Jane a job picking ‘taters
With thirty migrants on the back of a truck
And that was how she met a charmer like Diego --
A man with nothing of his own except a banjo
Playing on and on and on and on

He serenaded Jane the night that he met her
And sang in Spanish, so deep and clear
She didn’t understand a word he was saying
But there was magic in the air, and beer on his breath
As they stumbled drunk off into the night

See the tumbleweed fly
Kickin’ the sand in the air
Here and there touching down, down, down
Here in this tumbleweed town

When it came to blows she rolled away as always --
Just gunned the engine of her humble home
“Don’t ever let your love grow deep,” she told us coldly
Checked her make-up in the mirror, and was gone
Rolling on and on and on and on

See the tumbleweed fly
Kickin’ the sand in the air
Here and there touching down, down, down
Here in this tumbleweed town

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