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Steve Spurgin Tumbleweed Town

, hey Daisy, what do you say ? Let?s do-si-do in the Chevrolet. Ain?t no reason now to stick around. Let?s leave this tumbleweed town. Grandma and

Bullet Bob is a living ghost A stare as hard as a bois d? arc post He killed his first one when he was thirteen Some poor vaquero in a border town

If L.A. was a lady, there?d be no paint and powder. There wouldn?t be one thing about her to lead your heart astray. If L.A. was a lady, she wouldn

gold, I?ll take you and me. So let's jump in that old truck and run free. We?ll cross the border outside of Eagle Pass. There?s a little town I know

I used to think a good time was in some honky tonk, Dancing with a bottle ?til I could hardly walk. Lord, the things I?ve done in my time that wouldn

Word has come that the mission fell What a story the poets tell The cannon roared and the bugle blared like doom ?Til the only sound was the rising

Grandma?s got a remedy, a remedy for you and me It cures what ails you, yessiree ? I do believe it?s true Grandma?s got a remedy, a remedy for you