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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 bust 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
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 bust 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