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Words and Music by Mrs Marguerite Backman
SONGS OF THE WEST
"TUMBLEWEED"
I am restless as a tumble weed, that rolls across the Western plains But I ain't like that tumble weed 'cause I'll be riding back again I miss the howl of the cyotte at dusk behind the old corral But I ain't sbout /his howling, I hate to leave my darlin' Sal
??&S& ray feet keep itching for ramblin' 'round, but my heart keeps saying Cowboy settle down
Still like a restless tumble weed, I ride across the rolling plains But I ain't like that tumble weed, 'cause 1^11 be ridin' back again.
"DUST OFF MY SADDLE"
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Dust off my Saddle, for I'll soon be on ray way Headed for that ranch house in the sky
I'll pick up all the doggies, as I ride across the blue
Headed for that ranch house in the sky
I'll wanna stop down by the old corral again
I'll wanna listen to the cowboys' sweet refrain