I’m a roaming cowboy riding all day long
Tumbleweeds around me sing their lonely song
Nights underneath the prairie moon
I ride along and sing this tune
See them tumbling down
Pledging their love to the ground
Lonely but free I’ll be found
Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds
Cares of the past are behind
Nowhere to go but I’ll find
Just where the trail will wind
Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds
I know when night has gone
That a new world’s born at dawn
I’ll keep rolling along
Deep in my heart is a song
Here on the range I belong
Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds
I had my Roy Rogers twin six-shooters. The only pair of jeans I had, were turned up with the 3 inch cuffs, just like the Sons of the Pioneers. I even got spurs one Christmas. And there was this song, with its great harmony and strong voices. That, and Jackie Roosevelt Robinson, pretty much summed up my youth. It was a good time to be a kid. And then, along came 1962-63, and the world was turned upside down. Hasn't righted itself yet.