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


In the quiet morning 

There was much despair
And in the hours that followed
No one could repair

That poor girl
Tossed by the tides of misfortune
Barely here to tell her tale
Rolled in on a sea of disaster
Rolled out on a mainline rail

She once walked tight at my side
I'm sure she walked by you
Her striding steps could not deny
Torment from a child who knew

That in the quiet morning
There would be despair
And in the hours that followed
No one could repair

That poor girl
She cried out her song so loud
It was heard the whole world round
A symphony of violence
The great southwest unbound