Besedila: Joan Baez. Tumbleweed.

I feel like a lonesome tumbleweed
rolling across an open plain,
I feel like something nobody needs
I feel my life drifting away,
drifting away -

I feel like a broken wagon wheel
when I can't jump a slow-moving train
Think I know how a coyote feels
howling just to ease the pain, since you've been away.

Lord, I feel like rolling,
rolling along, so keep your big
wind blowing till all my natural
days are gone -
till my days are all gone.

Feel like a lonesome tumbleweed
turning end over end.

Once I pulled all my roots free
I became a slave to the wind,
a slave to the wind.

Lord, I feel like rolling,
rolling along, so keep your big
wind blowing till all my natural
days are gone -
till my days are all gone.

Feel like a lonesome tumbleweed
turning end over end.
Once I pulled all my roots free
I became a slave to the wind,
Just a slave to the wind.