The Panhandle Weeps Lyrics

In the corner there's a whole lotta lies

Some of us will lose our minds

Your face is pale your eyes are red

Hands trembling on a loaf of bread

Slicing it up expressionless

No reaction, no emotion

No feelings, no notions

Just this dusty room, these homemade chairs

Sun going down with its heavy black air

Freezing wind through cracks in the walls

Sick in the outhouse in a tattered shawl

Writing a letter in the candle light

Dear sir or madam, we're all out of fight

Please send assistance

Please answer our pleas

Please send us a doctor

To cure this disease

Fix our rotting trees

Tighten the belt and face the fire

Dad's leaving early hoping he'll finally get hired

And we're shivering

Numb and fading

Emaciated and waiting

Petting a cougar

Walking a ditch

Poking at squirrels

With the tip of a stick

Stuck in a cycle

Praying for rain

Watching the garden die

Slowly going insane, insane

Gather the timber

Fetch the water

It's just the six of us now

Since we lost another daughter