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 my favorite story of the yarns he would spin
Was the one he would tell 'bout the panhandle wind
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It taught the coyote to howl, makes the tumbleweed
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
As it forges the face of the panhandle plains
It sweeps off the Rockies like a fast movin' train
Usually blows from the North but is subject to change
Brings a sky full of dust and a few drops of rain
It just took my hat off and blowed it a mile
I break out a cussin', but I manage a smile
Cause I'd rather be here than any place that I've been
But I'll never get used to this panhandle wind
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