Wind, Rain, and Snow

Leaving Amarillo late this fall night,

Many hours have passed since evening’s last light.

Oklahoma City is a mighty long haul.

Of the past hundred miles I can’t much recall.

Oh, sure, there were others; rocky ground to till;

The hail on the wheat field and stock could take ill;

Try’n to keep the kids healthy and strong;

Summers were hot, cold winter nights long.

These are problems a man could deal with I think;

Not kids carrying guns and government red ink;

Why it is that those few who make the rules

Can simply say, “no more prayer in our schools.”

Why jobs overseas are more important than mine,

And successful marriages are on the decline;

How someone can kill and then be set free.

I know in my heart it’s not just me.

And the two formed a rock where either could stand

To deal with whatever their lives would demand.

To be sure, some didn’t turn out that way,

But more often than not, together they’d stay.

Over your fate you could have some control.

You weren’t just a name on some company payroll

To be struck off so they could stay in the black.

Security is one thing that you’d never lack,

There was interesting talk in that house, I’ll bet;

Conversations replaced by the TV set.

That’s why communication gets so much air.

We don’t talk like we used to, it just isn’t there.

So lord if your listen’n hear this man’s plea;

If there’s life after death, please just send me

Back to that time out here on this plain

And let me battle the Wind, Snow and Rain.