Tumbleweed I'm a rolling tumbling tumbleweed, blowing in the wind, ain't got no roots, ain't got no leaves, ain't got no part-time friends, so I'll just be a'movin on, rolling till my end, cause I'm just another tumbleweed, blowing in the wind. Now, I'm not known as the smart kind of man, I travel a lot and I learn when I can, but the world has taught me everything I need to know: that my feet are soft and the road is hard, and it's gettin late and I'm gettin tired, and when the sun comes up I got a mighty long way to go. Cause I'm a rolling tumbling tumbleweed, blowing in the wind, ain't got no roots, ain't got no leaves, ain't got no part-time friends, so I'll just keep a'movin on, rolling till my end, cause I'm just another tumbleweed, blowing in the wind. Now, life is hard, I've learned quite well, by the sweat and the sorrow that make it hell, and I'm sweaty and I'm sorry and a little bit lonely, too, cause you can't depend on a part time friend any more than you can trust the wind, but if you got one woman who loves you, you're doin' better than me my friend. But I'm just a rolling tumbling tumbleweed, blowing in the wind, ain't got no roots, ain't got no leaves, ain't got no part-time friends, so I'll just be a'movin on, rolling till my end, cause I'm just another tumbleweed, blowing in the wind. Maharimi Karotlovitch, Jan. 1976