It’s a panhandle winter
I hear it may snow
blow a sky full of dirt
Back to old Mexico
A fresh pane of glass
And one Dearborn stove
They're not enough to keep out the cold

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You see it’s cold on the prairie
when a blue northern runs
Comin' down the Canadian past a frail winter sun

With a wind like a combine
In a high plains wheat field
Come down the prairie
Like blue tempered steel

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The morning sun
Falls soft on the bed
On the King James bible
That lies at the head
All this is passing is all she said

All this is passing is all that she said

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You see it's cold on the prairie
When a blue northern runs
Comin' down the Canadian past a frail winter sun

With a wind like a combine
In a high plains wheat field
Comes down the prairie
Like blue tempered steel

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A windbreak, a windbreak
I want no more cold heartache

Like a horse turn my back to this wind

A warm heart, a warm house
Not a wind burned prairie farm house

Good whiskey
The smile of a friend

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It’s a panhandle winter
I hear it may snow
Blow a sky full of dirt
Back to old Mexico
A fresh pane of glass
One Dearborn stove
They're not enough to keep out the cold

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