music: Robert Buck/words: Natalie Merchant

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.
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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 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.