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 about to steal a cowboy's heart
I'm your willy-pilly kid
So, baby, let's get it, you're gone
I ain't even sure just where you're headed
But I sure like to tag along
Hey, Miss Tom Marie
Well, I believe in you, Tom Marie
There's better than one
Everybody needs a buddy when they're on the run
Hey, Miss Tom Marie
Let's ride the breeze
Down to town, just a kickin' of dust
Make a little trouble
Might make a little love
Teach me your gypsy ways
Come on, baby, show me the ropes
The real world can chase this girl
But we'll leave him in a cloud of smoke
No telling where we're windin' up
Rebels like you and me
Nowhere, anywhere, everywhere
Out there, somewhere in between
Hey, Miss Tom Marie
Well, I believe in you, Tom Marie
There's better than one
Everybody needs a buddy when they're on the run
Hey, Miss Tom Marie
Let's ride the breeze
Down to town, just a kickin' of dust
Make a little trouble
Might make a little love
Hey
tight
Not yet
That's right
Tom Marie, I'm both you and you
Tom Marie, I'm both you and you
But hey, I've been lost memory
Tom Marie, I'm both you and you
rule with me. Tumbleweed,
tumbleweed, I'm old, you
you rule with me. Hey,
Mr. Tumbleweed,
well I believe that you tumbleweed
is better than one. Everybody
needs a buddy when they're on the run.
Hey,
Mr. Tumbleweed, let's ride the breeze.
Town to town, used to kicking up
dust. Make a little trouble, might make
a little love.