Philippe Miller - Aria Du Coursier Lyrics
Far across the Mississippi and out on the open plainsIn an Oklahoma cow town where the sky begins to rainIn a dusty run-down honky tonk sits a drifting tumbleweedThumbing through a magazine that he can't even readNow tumbleweed remembers how the west was won and lostThe homestead act and the dust bowl, everybody paid the costAnd the great white father promised to treat his children all the sameBack when Indian territory was Oklahoma's nameOh tumbleweed keep rollin', he just roams from town to townIt ain't easy for a half-breed kid to try and settle downTumbleweed keep rollin', he can't find no place to restYeah the desert wind blows tumbleweed like some spirit of the westWell his boot heals tap in time to an old flat top guitarAnd he's a guitar local hero and he sings straight from the heartAnd his tip jar just a jungle of worn old dollar billsHe makes his rent and grocery in the local bar and grillWhen he starts to picking that old guitar you know the people turn andstareWhen he starts to sing the songs he wrote wells there's magic in the airCause his song can heal your wounded heart, he can set you spirit freeHe can raise you hopes to be the very best that you can beOh tumbleweed keep rollin', he just roams from town to townIt ain't easy for a half-breed kid to try and settle downTumbleweed keep rollin', he can't find no place to restYeah the desert wind blows tumbleweed like some spirit of the westSo if you cross the Mississippi, you head out on the open plainAnd you pass through Oklahoma and the sky begins to rainAnd you feeling kind of rootless, you can't find no place to restJust remember tumbleweed, he's the spirit of the westOh the desert blows old tumbleweed
