Leighlie's living on the farm
she was born on
Leighlie's clothes were torn
from the morn they were first worn
And she stands by the window
Watches by the door, asking
"Is there anybody going to the store?"
The wind blows through the cracks
in the walls of the tool shack
Leighlie folds the sacks
as they bring all the grain back
And she works 'till the sun is sinking
from the sky
I've never heard her laugh
and I've never seen her cry
Nebraska widow
Only a girl
Nebraska widow
Yet this is her world
Nebraska widow
She's living and dying in its whirl
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