P a n h a n d l e w i n t e r

It’s a panhandle winter I hear it may snow Blow a sky full of dirt Back to old mexico A fresh pane of glass And one dearborn stove Are not enough to keep out the cold You see it’s cold on the prairie When a blue northern runs Coming down the canadian past a frail winter sun With a wind like a combine In a high plains wheat field Comes down the prairie Like blue tempered steel The morning sun Falls soft on the bed On the king james bible That lies at the head All this is passing is all she said All this is passing is all that she said You see it’s cold on the prairie When a blue northern runs Coming down the canadian past a frail winter sun With a wind like a combine In a high plains wheat field Comes down the prairie Like blue tempered steel A windbreak, a windbreak I want no more cold heartache Like a horse turn my back to this wind A warm heart, a warm house Not a wind burned prairie farm house Good whiskey The smile of a friend Well it’s a panhandle winter I hear it may snow Blow a sky full of dirt Back to old mexico A fresh pane of glass One dearborn stove Are not enough to keep out the cold