10000 Maniacs
Dust Bowl
[ music: Robert Buck/words: Natalie Merchant ]
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 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.
Dust Bowl
[ music: Robert Buck/words: Natalie Merchant ]
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 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.