Lyric Dust Bowl

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 in this 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.