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Ken Curtis (Festus) Sings "Tumbling Tumbleweeds"

See them tumbling down,
Pledging their love to the ground!
Lonely, but free, I'll be found,
Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds . . .

Cares of the past are behind,
Nowhere to go, but I'll find,
Just where the trail will wind,
Drifting along with the tumblin' tumbleweeds . . .

I know when night is gone,
That a new world's born at dawn!
I'll keep rolling along,
Deep in my heart as a song,
Here on the range I belong,
Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds . . .

( Tumbleweeds, tumbleweeds!
See them tumbling down,
Pledging their love to the ground! )
Lonely, but free, I'll be found,
Drifting along with the tumblin' tumbleweeds . . .

I know ( I Know! ) when night is gone ( hmmm . . . )
That a new world's born at dawn!
I'll keep rolling along,
Deep in my heart as a song,
Here on the range I belong,
( Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds . . . )
Drifting along with the tumblin' tumbleweeds . . .
( Tumbleweeds, tumbleweeds . . . )
Tumble . . . weeds . . .

Words and Music
by Bob Nolan, 1934

Sent by Bob...Thanks !

Creases and Folds of the Cowboy Hat

"Back in the heyday of the cowboy, the way the hat was creased said a lot about the person wearing it. You could take one look at a man’s hat, know he was a cattle-wrangler, was raised in Arkansas and the type of whiskey he drank. Well maybe not the last one, but many regions had their own custom way they would fold or crease their hat. Different races, occupations and sexes could also have a custom crease."