Scotty Hill - Soul of a Tumbleweed

I was born on a southern wind
Not doing what I'm told
Now caught adrift on another whim
Sorry babe I gotta roll
An open highway and golden sky would be good for me
The soul of a tumbleweed
Yeah that's all I need to feel home

Now leaving time with the passing lines as I
Air drum to the highway hum
And it's all so simple when it resonates
I can take it as it comes
But don't hold onto me, I'm a summer breeze
The soul of a tumbleweed
It feels good then leaves
Oh, and if I find myself on the road
I'll make it home

All in, the crimson horizon calls
You're all I've wanted but I can't stop
Or I'll feel it all
No looking back and I'm gone
Life of a tumbleweed
It takes all of me to move on
And if I find myself on the road
I'll make it home

Oh, and if I find myself on the road
It won't matter where I go
And if I find myself on the road
I'll make it home

Written by:
Dewey Hill

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