Tumbleweed Stew - Slaid Cleaves

I work as a hand in San Saba

Fences and windmills to mend

I been out on a crew, eating tumbleweed stew

Three weeks in the rain and the wind

I got mud on my boots and blood on my money

And I’m looking to head into town

But as soon as my truck rounds the corner

That old deputy is staring me down

Where can a good man go crazy?

Where can a cowboy get stoned?

If I get a wild hair, and go off on a tear

I’m liable to end up alone

Nobody wants to run with me now

But I’m restless down to the bone

Where can a good man go crazy?

Where can a cowboy get stoned?

Old man, are you listening?

'Cause I’m down here, asking you

I know you made me this way

So what do you expect me to do?

I drove out of town with my paycheck

Bad snake blood running through my veins

Hooked up with a truckload of illegals

And a pocket full of cocaine

We had us some fun, now I’m on the run

And I won’t be coming back soon

Just me and some rangy coyotes

Howlin' up at the cold desert moon

Where can a good man go crazy?

Where can a cowboy get stoned?

Nobody wants me hanging around

I guess I’ll have to go it alone

I’ll have to head down to the border I guess

And I don’t know when I’ll be back home

Where can a good man go crazy?

Where can a cowboy get stoned?

And if I don’t ever make it back

You can carve this right on my tombstone

Where can a good man go crazy?

Where can a cowboy get stoned?