Tumble weeds are tumbling in my mind as I rumble
From Abaline on up to Santa Fe
The road is getting drier and I feel like a rider
But I just won't stop because I hear you say
Why don't you come back to me, my lonesome cowboy
Come back to me where you belong
Come on back home, and I won't feel alone
I don't think I can make it on my own
I don't think I can make it on my own