My grandparents came here from yell arkansas They built them a soddie on the sulphur springs draw Scratched out a living for a family of ten With a faith that was strong as the panhandle wind All those tall texas tales grandpa passed down to me Are still just as vivid as when I sat on his knee But what I remember about the tales he would spin Is how he would cuss that blamed panhandle wind It taught the coyote to howl makes the tumbleweeds roll It controlled the migration of the great buffalo Makes the salt cedar sing and the cottonwood bend Your constant companion is the panhandle wind It sweeps off the rockies like a fast movin' train Brings a sky full of dust and a few drops of rain It usually blows from the north but it's subject to change As it sculpts the face of the panhandle plains It just took my hat off and blowed it a mile I broke out a cussin' and I managed to smile I'd rather be here than any place I have been But I'll never get used to this panhandle wind