Newspaper blowing on the living room floor,
Wind is howlin' through the torn screen door
The dust in my boots must weigh a pound,
And I feel like a tumbleweed
The well's dried up and the work has too
Nothin' much left here for me to do
Time to transplant to fertile ground
I think that's what I need
So, 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 Grandpa are Heaven bound
Their bones are resting beneath the ground
They went to glory, Lordy, how they flew
The year the twister came
They heard the sound of a big F4
Headed up the draw right for their back door
It all went up like an atom bomb,
And the old home place was gone
So, 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
I saw a picture of Idaho
I think that that might be the place to go
There's rivers and mountains and lots of snow,
And the trees are evergreen
We could live in a house of logs,
An old boy from Texas and his scrawny dog
We could get fat as a couple of hogs
I'm tired of being lean
So, hey Daisy, what do you say —
Let's do-si-do in the Chevrolet
We could make Amarillo before the sun goes down
Let's leave this tumbleweed town