Tumbleweed - Keith Urban (凯斯.厄本)
Lyrics by：Jaren Johnston/Neil Mason/James McNair
Composed by：Jaren Johnston/Neil Mason/James McNair
Hotter than a two dollar shot of whiskey looking pretty sitting at the bar
Looking 'round the room with the devil on your shoulder
Like you're 'bout to steal a cowboy's heart
I'm your Billy The Kid
So baby let's giddy up gone
I ain't even sure just to where you're headed
But I'd sure like to tag along
Hey Mrs. Tumbleweed
I believe two tumbleweeds is better than one
Everybody needs a buddy when they're on the run
Hey Mrs. Tumbleweed
Let's ride the breeze
Town to town just a kicking up dust
Make a little trouble might make a little love
Hmmm
Teach me your gypsy ways
Come on baby show me the ropes
The real world can chase us girl
But we'll leave 'em in a cloud of smoke
Smoke smoke
No telling where we might end up
Rebels like you and me
Nowhere anywhere everywhere out there
Somewhere in between
Hey Mrs. Tumbleweed
I believe two tumbleweeds is better than one
Everybody needs a buddy when they're on the run
Hey Mrs. Tumbleweed
Let's ride the breeze
Town to town just a kicking up dust
Make a little trouble might make a little love
Hmmm
Oh yeah that's right
Tumbleweed tumbleweed
I'll roll with you you roll with me
Tumbleweed tumbleweed
I'll roll with you you roll with me
Hey
Tumbleweed tumbleweed
I'll roll with you you roll with me
Tumbleweed tumbleweed
I'll roll with you you roll with me
Hey Mrs. Tumbleweed
I believe two tumbleweeds is better than one
Everybody needs a buddy when they're on the run
Hey Mrs. Tumbleweed
Let's ride the breeze
Town to town just a kicking up dust
Make a little trouble might make a little love
Hmmm
