Panhandle Slim Song Lyrics

Panhandle Slim was the pride of the plains
The crabapple of his mother's eye
And he grew like a weed does in the West Texas rain
Always reachin' for the sky

Sharp as a thorn on a prickly pear
Quicker than lightnin' 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 here out on the plains