[ 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, TV 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
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