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| A Little-bit-Country...Aptos, California |
Tumblein' Tumblelweed I'm a tumbelin' tumble weed I'm a rollin' stone' I got no direction' I got no "Home Sweet Home" Born to the wayward wind under a travelin' star I was born to keep movin' I was born to travel far. I'm caught up in the wind and I can't stop. If you heard I'm here, I'm already gone. When it comes to spendin' time it's not the amount, if you're buildin' memories, it's the quality that counts Don't be givin' me your heart when i only caught your eye. I don't do picket fences Ii don't do strings that tie. Let's sing in the sunshine. Let's laugh in the rain. Let's have another pitcher and raise a little Cane. Then I'm on my way, forever movin' on. I'm a tublelin' tumbleweed I'm a rollin' stone. . |
| I Came Here To Dance Chorus: I came here to dance I just wanta dance I came here to dance not for romance I came here to dance. Buddy save your money Buddy save your time i'm not in the market 'though you're lookin' fine Chorus: 'Goin'ta see some friends Goin'ta say "How do?" Have a little drink Well, maybe two. Chorus: Goin'a step in time Goin'a slide, goin'a twirl Workin' down the line With Roy or Merle |