I Feel Like a Lonesome Tumbleweed Rolling Across An Open Plain, I Feel Like Something Nobody Needs I Feel My Life Drifting Away, Drifting Away - I Feel Like a Broken Wagon Wheel When I Can't Hop a Slow-moving Train Think I Know How a Coyote Feels When He's Howling Just To Ease the Pain, Since He's Been Away. Lord, I Feel Like Rolling, Rolling Along, So Keep Your Big Wind Blowing Till All My Natural Days Are Gone - Till My Days Are All Gone. I'm Just a Lonesome Tumbleweed Turning End Over End. Once I Pulled All My Roots Free I Became a Slave to the Wind, a Slave to the Wind.