Crowell

Have you heard of a place called Crowell?
Little town at the base of the panhandle
I've been there once, and I won't go no more

I knew by his voice on the phone
My daddy can't hide that tone
Another one's gone home

The undertaker wore a toupee on his head
The undertaker wore a bad toupee on his head
He fixed up an open casket, so we'd know she was dead

My mama cried, my cousin pulled her fur coat tight
Mama cried, and my cousin pulled her fur coat tight
Keep out the chill of the warm Texas night

We buried her in a land rich with oil
We buried her in a land rich with oil
We lay that Virginia girl in the Texas soil

The preacher raised his hand, he said Children, look up here!
He raised his hand, he said Children, look up here!
Receive the Glory of the Lord!
All I felt was fear

Can you lose faith when you had none to start?
Can you lose your faith when you had none at all?
I'm so tired of losing, but I'd lose this heavy heart

Have you heard of a town called Crowell?
Couple hours southeast of Amarillo
I've been there once, and I won't go back no more