اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Tumbleweed tumbles with no home
Ten years as the stone does roll
Bone dry or dead soaked, it's a long and lonely road
Can't lay my old roots down in the cold and barren ground
Then the wind blew so hard one nite, over a great river to where the hills roll high
Tumbleweed veins grew green overnite
