Panhandle Slim Songtext
von The Panhandlers

Panhandle slim was the pride of the plains
The crabapple of his mother′s eye
And he grew like a weed in the West Texas rain
Always reaching for the sky

Sharp as a thorn on a prickly pear
Quicker than lightning on his legacy mare
And at times more elusive than a panhandle bear
And funnier than a jackalope

The last out of seven birds of a feather
And the last with the family name
So the young lonesome rooster roosted the Birdhouse
The loneliest roost on the range

'Cause horses need water and cotton needs rain
Cowboys need love or they′ll drive you insane
And It sure gets lonesome out here on the plains
And it hurts to cry with dry eyes
And if you ever see him, he'll tell you that he's doing fine


As time goes by it slithers and frame starts to wither
But rust can′t touch an innocent mind
When you grow like a weed does on the West Texas plains
You′ll learn to love sunshine

Through tired eyes, he dreams of
Girls from the city and the smell of myrtle perfume
And he looks to the stars
And he sings a few bars
To the lonesome man in the moon

How horses need water and cotton needs rain
Cowboys need love or they'll drive you insane
And It sure gets lonesome out here on the plains
And it hurts to cry with dry eyes
But if you ever see him, he′ll tell you that he's doing fine

Slim′s hat landed next to his jaw on the ground
When he saw her walking his way
With eyes like sapphire
She spoke to his soul without ever saying a thing

A single sunflower at golden hour
Looking finer than a Georgia O'Keeffe
When you grow like a weed does on the West Texas plains
You know how to turn a new leaf


Just like horses need water and cotton needs rain
Cowboys need love or they′ll drive you insane
And it sure gets lonesome out here on the plains
And it hurts to cry with dry eyes
But if you ever see him, he'll tell you that he's doing fine

Now these days when you see him
He′ll tell you that he′s doing fine