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Tumbling Tumbleweeds
Sons Of The Pioneers Lyrics


See them tumbling down
Pledging their love to the ground!
Lonely, but free, I'll be found
Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds

Cares of the past are behind
Nowhere to go, but I'll find
Just where the trail will wind
Drifting along with the tumblin' tumbleweeds

I know when night has gone
That a new world's born at dawn!
I'll keep rolling along
Deep in my heart is a song
Here on the range I belong
Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds

I know when night has gone
That a new world's born at dawn!
I'll keep rolling along
Deep in my heart is a song
Here on the range I belong
Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds

Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: BOB NOLAN

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Bill Akins


on The Devil's Great Grandson

"The Devil's Great Grandson" (Lyrics) Recorded by Roy Rogers & The Son's Of The Pioneers (Lyrics submitted by Bill Akins) (The Devil's Great Grandson performed by the Sons Of The Pioneers and written by Bob Nolan. The tune was recorded in Los Angeles on December 14, 1937 and the group at that time was Roy Rogers, Bob Nolan, Lloyd Perryman and the Farr brothers.) Old Skyball Paint was the devil's saint His eyes were a fiery red Good men have tried this horse to ride And all of them are dead Now I won't brag but I rode this nag Till his blood began to boil Then I hit the ground and ate three pound Of good old western soil Singin' Hi-ho lad don't you make me mad I'm the devil's great grandson And I'm doin' my best to tame the west With my great big forty-four gun (Light group harmony yodel) I swore by heck I'd break his neck for the jolt he gave my pride I threw my noose on that old cayuse and once more took a ride He turned around and soon I found his tail where his head should be So says says I Perhaps he's shy or he just don't care for me Singin' Hi-ho lad don't you make me mad I'm the devil's great grandson And I'm doin' my best to tame the west With my great big forty-four gun (Only Roy Rogers STRONG yodeling, group harmony humming and ahhing along) In town you see just to have a spree when I meets old Sheriff Jim With fistic fun and my big six-gun I buys the town from him For a whoop and a holler and a counterfeit dollar Then I ask for a bill of sale But my face turned red when the contract said just thirty days in jail Singin' Hi-ho lad don't you make me mad I'm the devil's great grandson And I'm doin' my best to tame the west With my great big forty-four gun (Light group harmony yodel again) Where the greasewood bats wear Stetson hats and the bad men all run free Where they sold the jail at a bargain sale That's the land for me Where the desert ants wear buckskin pants and help me rule the land With the ants and the bats and my two gats I'll rule with an iron hand Singin' Hi-ho lad don't you make me mad I'm the devil's great grandson And I'm doin' my best to tame the west With my great big forty-four gun (Only Roy Rogers STRONG yodeling, group harmony humming and ahhing along)

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