I should know to leave them home. They follow me through the store 

with
these toys I can't afford. "Kids, take them back, you know better than
that."
Dolls that talk, astronauts, T.V. games, airplanes, they don't
understand
and how can I explain? I try and try but I can't save. Pennies,
nickels,
dollars slip away. I've tried and tried but I can't save.
My youngest girl has bad fever, sure. All night with alcohol to cool
and
rub her down. Ruby, I'm tired, try and get some sleep. I'm adding
doctor's
fees to remedies with the cost of three day's work lost. I try and try
but
I can't save. Pennies, nickels, dollars slip away. I've tried and
tried but
I can't save. The hole in my pocketbook is growing.
There's a new wind blowing they say, it's gonna be a cold, cold one.
So
brace yourselves my darlings, it won't bring anything much our way but
more
dust bowl days.
I played a card i nthis weeks game. Took the first and the last
letters in
three of their names. This lottery's been building up for weeks. I
could be
lucky me with the five million prize, tears of disbelief spilling out
of my
eyes. I try and try but I can't save. Pennies, nickels, dollars slip
away.
I've tried and tried but I can't save. The hole in my pocketbook is
growing.
There's a new wind blowing they say, it's gonna be a cold, cold one.
So
brace yourselves my darlings, it won't bring anything much our way but
more
dust bowl days


Come as we go far away 

from then oise of the street
walk a path so narrow
to a place where we feel at ease
some think it is haunting
to be drawn to the cemetery ground
as we
there's a stillness here
thankful found

child's pose angelic
a stone lamb at her feet
part the matted overgrowth
to read the carven elegy

some think it so haunting
to be drawn to the cemetery ground
as we
there's a stillness here
thankful found

born in New Albion
of Rice family elite
wed to Myron Bilowe
thrice with sons
blessed was she
some think it so haunting
to be drawn to the cemetery ground
as we
God's acre is a fenced in
hollow ground

here soon to rise up
Amelia tender and sweet
her last words spoke
all is well
all is peace

some think it so haunting
to be drawn to the cemetery ground
as we
God's acre is a fenced in
hollow ground