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. J
Song Stampede - Roy Rogers, The Sons Of ThePioneers. Stampede!. Lightning a flashin' everywhere. Thunder a rollin' through the air. Wind and rain, cattle look insane. This herd might stampede