When I drove across the country the first time in 1990, I had to stray from my route because of a freak snow storm that left the roads from Oklahoma to Arizona on Rte 40 iced over. I ended up driving due south toward Dallas/Fort Worth, and when I was finally able to head west again, I was very happy. Along that route I saw one of the weirdest, most surreal, things I have ever seen. Snow on tumbleweeds blowing by the side of the road. Thanks for the reminder, Bursting Feline.

Now a song...

Well here's a tale, boys
About the canyons and the Antelope Hills
And here's to the Tumbleweeds,
the sunsets and the spaces they fill.

We'll wave to the Major
with Weebee and Caddywampus by his side
The Short Shoes are dancing
and the whole gang is getting ready to ride.

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On a Tumbleweed Roundup
we'll be heading out pretty soon
on a Tumbleweed Roundup
riding by the light of the moon.

So, remember me to your mother
and kiss for me your sister Gwen
The way these boys are riding
I don't expect to pass this way again.

I don't like big cities
I got no use for Cheyenne's boulevards
You'll find me up on Alkali Flat
Listening to Clem's lonely old guitar.

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We'll ride across the Great Basin...
. . .
. . .
and stand in the shadows they cast.

So, let's get to where we're going
. . .
. . .
leaving the good cattle to their grazin'.

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