he said i m goin to west texas i said hell you ve gone crazy ain t nothing out there but coyotes and comanches but he headed out anyways as far as he could he d finally buried his roots he sold whiskey and cigars to passing through settlers but nobody wants to settle where there ain t no damn water then they figured out a windmill could pump it from the ground and up sprang a tumbleweed town where the lonely wind blows like it s angry for being there a flat piece of stone in the middle of nowhere the town never grows cause nobody can keep their roots down it s just a tumbleweed town they came in like gypsies to steal the black gold the town s population increased a hundred fold but they scattered like quail when the oil wells ran out and left no trace of the riches they d found then some big shot from dallas built a factory out here gonna put us back on the map but hell that was back a few years now weeds have grown up and the buildings falling down you d think they d figured out by now it s just a tumbleweed town where the lonely wind blows like it s angry for being there a flat piece of stone in the middle of nowhere the town never grows cause nobody can keep their roots down it s just a tumbleweed town a few hayseeds and ranchers still hanging in too old to start over to damn stubborn to quit and their kids all get restless waiting for a greyhound so they can get the hell out of this tumbleweed town tumbleweed town