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 Hop a Slow-moving Train
Think I Know How a Coyote Feels
When He's Howling Just To
Ease the Pain, Since He's 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.

I'm Just 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.