Tennessee Tumbleweeds

[good4somethingbum]

Tennessee TumbleweedsCookout in the Smokies on the 4th of JulyNo boss, no cops, just poppin’ tops on our second caseWe forgot some Hefty bags and the breeze was highLook around and damn, those empty cans blew everyplaceYeah, just thirsty urban cowboys havin’ funThat’s how those bloomin’ metal Buds becomeChorus Tennessee tumbleweedsa-rollin’ past your feetSee ‘em everywhere in the summer heatLotsa six n twelve packsLeave ‘em bouncin’ down railroad tracksBehind Knoxville bowling alleysThrough the Sequachtie valleyTie one on and it’s guaranteedCos good times are the strongest seedFor Tennessee tumbleweedsFootball party on the first big game of the yearHi-def…big screen, we cheer our team, Titans against the JetsHot September day...perfect for some frosty beerTurned on some fans, cos all our cans soon began to sweatWhen my wife got home from church that afternoonShe blew her stack cos blowin’ through that room wereChorusNo, it don’t take much, to grow that stuffThe back of my truck’s, a garden ofChorus…©2008 Robert George