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I started those fillies at the pens this mornin'
You know the buckskin and the bay,
Before the wind started blowin' too hard
At the mid part of the day,
The driest spring in ninety-one years
The radio played on.

Said, Irving Berlin is hundred years old today
The wind's gone and blown my woman away

The Bay's a little sweetheart ... yeah she is
Pretty much like her mom,
The Buckskin's rank ... took me twenty minutes
Just to get the hobbles on,
She's smart and she's fast and she don't like people
She trembles as she stands.

And Irving Berlin is a hundred years old today
The wind's gone and blown my woman away.

(Chorus)
Good God almighty is it ever gonna rain?
Are you ever coming home!
I wonder if old Irving ever wrote a song
About blowed out country, a marriage gone wrong
And a cowboy on the telephone?

Happy birthday, Irving, God bless you
Are you glad just to be alive?
The hockey game's on tonight from Boston
I've got the Oilers in five,
Tomorrow I'm gonna try and fix that tractor
And try to keep my mind off you

And Irving Berlin is a hundred years old today
The wind's gone and blown my woman away
Irving Berlin is 100 years old today
The wind's gone and blown my woman away.

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