Just me and my sister, a dog and a piece of land
My sister?s name is Darlene and the dog is called Cheyenne
Our folks both passed away last fall in the fire at the mill
We get by on a garden and whatever we can kill
Verse: 2
On the land there stands a cabin that our grandfather built
When I?m away to hunt, I feel overrun with guilt
Cause Darlene?s all alone except for the dog and awful dreams
She?s seven years my younger and I?m only seventeen
Chorus
We need to fill the smokehouse, winters coming on
I know it isn?t easy, since mom and dad been gone
We will keep on growing, two branches of the tree
Hard times are relative when it comes to family
Verse: 3
In the morning I was off before the sun had kissed the ridge
Whistling new Jimmy Rogers tune as I crossed the coal train bridge
Two good days of hunting and an evening all alone
I?ll quarter up what I take down then pack it all back home
Verse: 4
My head up in the clouds walking on uneven ground
My boots slipped out beneath me and I came a crashing down
To the entrance of a cavern, its walls all were wet with moss
My rifle up there on the ledge said hope was looking lost
We need to fill the smokehouse, winters coming on
I know it isn?t easy, since mom and dad been gone
We will keep on growing, two branches of the tree
Hard times are relative when it comes to family
Verse: 5
Three nights nearly frozen, my head filled up with doubt
No matter how hard I tried there was no climbing out
I yelled for help then prayed the same and even yelled some prayers
Tears fell at the thought of Darlene with no one there
Verse 6
My mind began to flutter, like the wings of a dove
Coulda sworn that I was dreaming when Darlene appeared above
She lowered down a rope then tied it to a blackjack tree
Cheyenne had found my drag rack trail and brought her straight to me
We need to fill the smokehouse, winters coming on
I know it isn?t easy, since mom and dad been gone
We will keep on growing, two branches of the tree
Hard times are relative when it comes to family
Verse 7
As proud as any father of this fearless little one
Caring for a homestead while most kids are having fun
Smiling on the way back home there were no words I could say
Till we stopped to dress the 10 point buck she had shot along the way
We need to fill the smokehouse, winters coming on
I know it isn?t easy, since mom and dad been gone
We will keep on growing, two branches of the tree
Hard times are relative when it comes to family