I'm sure ya'll have heard of Paul Reviere But have you ever heard of A. Seviere? Fortenberry was his name A Tumbleweed born in the County of the Wise, down Texas way Just rasin horses and kiddos until one day Three hundred Comanche came ridin by Now one had a woman under his arm cryin help me help me, would you please So the Tumbleweed caught the trail of these three hundred Comanche And he followed it for a spell Until he got to a thicket of Mesquite Now ya got three hundred Comanche and a thicket of Mesquite Not a good place for a Tumbleweed But he was a Texas Tumbleweed, He was made out of iron and steel and packin Nitrate Fertilizer, way down deep So the Comanche grabbed the ol Tumbleweed and decided to use him for fire Not knowing he was a Texas Tumbleweed Well naturally he blew up and kilt all the Comanche But it shot the Tumbleweed way up in the air All the way up into the atmosphere Well he didn't come down to earth for a generation or two But when he did he landed on a mountain top in Siberia It was cold as cold could be A heck of a place for a Tumbleweed But he was a Texas Tumbleweed Made out of iron and steel and packin Nitrate Fertilizer way down deep So he began to roll down that hill And by the time he got to bottom he was the biggest snowball they had ever seen It's a darn good thing that Bering Sea was frozen that day Because that ol Tumbleweed skidded across it faster than the eye could see Now he ran smack dab into a fishin boat called The Northern Jaeger He didn't blow up that day because of all the ice and snow But he bound up and landed on the trawl deck of a fishin boat in the Bering Sea Now that was a heck of a place for a Tumbleweed But he heard these fishermen talk about a place called Dutch Now that sounded like land to him Maybe if he could make Dutch he could roll free So the Tumbleweed stuck around for a spell And listened to all the fishermen's tales and all their woes Until one day the gilsun broke and the winch ran free Now this big ol hook swung down and hit the Tumbleweed He did one last Texas do se do doncha know And ended up on the trawl deck more dead than alive He looked up at the boys all dressed in orange and said Please please don't bury me here in the Bering Sea Where the seagulls cry and the wind blows free But bury me back in the land of Texas In the dirt of my father and his father's father too But fishin was hot and they couldn't go to Dutch So they took no heed to his dying prayer But out of respect they put him in a narrow box just six by three And they lowered him into the Bering Sea When the box fell to the bottom it broke open And the Crab began to eat on him They begin to grow and grow until they became the biggest crab in the whole wide world Better known as Texas King Crab I think today they call them Alaska King Crab But it is all because they ate a Texas Tumbleweed Packed with Nitrate Fertilizer way down deep Now ya'll know what Nitate Fertilizer is don't ya
It is Texas Bull S..t
This story is true except it is sprinkled with a little Nitrate. A. Seviere Fortenberry was a distant relative of mine and was the last whiteman killed by the Comanche in Wise County Texas in the 1860's. He did track down three hundred Comanche that had captured some Texas women. He wasn't packin his Nitrate that day and was scalped and burned alive. I worked on the fishing trawler The Northern Jaeger for ten years on the Bering Sea. Where I wrote all my stories and tales about the adventures of a Tumbleweed!
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