Newspaper blowing on the living room floor,
Wind is howlin' through the torn screen door.
The dust in my boots must weigh a pound, And I feel like a tumbleweed.
The well's dried up and the work has too.
Nothin' much left here for me to do.
Time to transplant to fertile ground. I think that's what I need.
So, hey Daisy, what do you say
Let's do-si-do in the Chevrolet.
Ain't no reason now to stick around.
Let's leave this tumbleweed town.
Grandma and Grandpa are Heaven bound.
Their bones are resting beneath the ground.
They went to glory, Lordy, how they flew
The year the twister came.
They heard the sound of a big F4
Headed up the draw right for their back door.
It all went up like an atom bomb, And the old home place was gone.
So, hey Daisy, what do you say
Let's do-si-do in the Chevrolet.
Ain't no reason now to stick around.
Let's leave this tumbleweed town.
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I saw a picture of Idaho.
I think that that might be the place to go
There's rivers and mountains and lots of snow
And the trees are evergreen
We could live in a house of logs
An old boy from Texas and his scrawny dog
We could get fat as a couple of hogs. I'm tired of being lean
So, hey Daisy, what do you say
Let's do-si-do in the Chevrolet
We could make Amarillo
Before thesun goes down
Let's leave this tumbleweed town
Let's leave this tumbleweed town
Let's leave this tumbleweed town
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