Tumbleweed Stew
Written by Slaid Cleaves, Ron Coy & Michael O'Connor
Recorded by Slaid Cleaves

(Capo on 4)

Intro.:  |(C)(F)|(C) |(G) |(C) |(C)

I (C)work as a hand in San Saba, (F) fences and windmills to (C)mend
I been out on a crew, eating tumbleweed stew, three (D)weeks in the rain and the (G)wind
I got (F)mud on my boots and (C)blood on my money and I'm looking to head into (F)town
But as (C)soon as my truck rounds the corner that old (G)deputy is staring me (C)down

(C)Where can a (F)good man go (C)crazy? (F) where can a cowboy get (C)stoned?
If I get a wild hair, to go off on a tear, I'm (D)liable to end up a-(G)lone
(F)Nobody wants to (C)run with me now, but I'm restless down to the (F)bone
(C)Where can a (F)good man go (C)crazy, (G) where can a cowboy get (C)stoned?

(Am)Old man, are you (C)listening? 'cause I'm (Am)down here, asking (C)you
(Am)I know you made me (C)this way, so (F)what do you expect me to (G)do?

Solo:  ||(D)(G)|(D) |(G) |(D) |(D) |(D) |(E) |(A) ||
       ||(G) |(D) |(D)(D/F#)|(G) |(D)(G)|(D) |(A) |(D) |(D)

I (D)drove out of town with my paycheck, bad (G)snake blood running through my (D)veins
Hooked up with a truckload of illegals and a (E)pocket full of co-(A)caine
We (G)had us some fun, now (D)I'm on the run and I won't be coming back (G)soon
Just (D)me and some rangy coyotes, howl-(G)in' up (A) at the cold desert (D)moon

(D)Where can a (G)good man go (D)crazy? (G) where can a cowboy get (D)stoned?
Nobody wants me hanging around, I (E)guess I'll have to go it a-(A)lone
I'll (G)have to head down to the (D)border I guess and I don't know when I'll be back (G)home
(D)Where can a (G)good man go (D)crazy? (A) where can a cowboy get (D)stoned?

And (Bm)if I don't ever (D)make it back, you can (G)carve this right on my tomb-(D)stone
Where can a (G)good man go (D)crazy? (A) where can a cowboy get (D)stoned? (G) (A) (D) -----