Panhandle Wind

My grandparents came here from yell arkansas

They built them a soddie on the sulphur springs draw

Scratched out a living for a family of ten

With a faith that was strong as the panhandle wind

All those tall texas tales grandpa passed down to me

Are still just as vivid as when I sat on his knee

But what I remember about the tales he would spin

Is how he would cuss that blamed panhandle wind

It taught the coyote to howl makes the tumbleweeds roll

It controlled the migration of the great buffalo

Makes the salt cedar sing and the cottonwood bend

Your constant companion is the panhandle wind

It sweeps off the rockies like a fast movin' train

Brings a sky full of dust and a few drops of rain

It usually blows from the north but it's subject to change

As it sculpts the face of the panhandle plains

It just took my hat off and blowed it a mile

I broke out a cussin' and I managed to smile

I'd rather be here than any place I have been

But I'll never get used to this panhandle wind