Studio in the Sticks

Lyrics

Trouble come to the prairie
New set of feet printin’ by the barn
Ole yellow dog started howlin’
Somebody’s itchin’ to do some harm

And I don’t know why the west wind blows
Or how god watches up the creek
But there ain’t no doubt that he looks out
Over the farm the widow and the weak
Whoah-oh the widow and the weak

Her withered hands held a bible
That little orphan on granny’s ot-6
Was it the moon in the willow or the bible by the pillow
That put the bullet to the middle of the trouble that night

I don’t know why the west wind blows
Or how god watches up the creek
But there ain’t no doubt that he looks out
For the widow and the weak
Whoah-oh the widow and the weak

INTSRUMENTAL RIDE

If there be a moral to this little poem
It’s the lord looks after those who know him
And it ain’t no riddle he can do a lot with a little
And maybe do it best with the widow and the weak

‘Might never know why the west wind blows
Or how god watches up the creek
But there ain’t no doubt that he looks out
For the widow and the weak
Whoah-oh the widow and the weak
The widow and the weak