Eighteen Inches Of Rain
Ian Tyson * Track #3 On Eighteen Inches of Rain
Eighteen Inches Of Rain Lyrics
A’not a broke horse on the place
My pickup truck won’t go
The tractor lost a wheel about a week ago
The wind is from the east
Blowing hard across the plains
I’m high and lonesome waiting for a change
Just give me one broke horse with a good fittin’ saddle
That’s easy on your back
One good woman who makes up the difference
For everything I lack
One last chance to sell my calves
Before the prices go to hell again
Clear blue skies…eighteen inches of rain
The coffee’s kinda bitter
Is the water or the pot?
Until I get to town
I’ll make do with what I got
The Copenhagen's runnin' low
I should quit it anyway’s
Me and this old outfit
Have both seen better days
Just give me one broke horse with a good fittin’ saddle
That’s easy on your back
One good woman who makes up the difference
For everything I lack
One last chance to sell my calves
Before the prices go to hell again
Clear blue skies…eighteen inches of rain
Just give me one broke horse with a good fittin’ saddle
That’s easy on your back
One good woman who makes up the difference
For everything I lack
One last chance to sell my calves
Before the prices go to hell again
Clear blue skies…eighteen inches of rain
Just give me clear blue skies
Eighteen inches of rain
Just give me clear blue skies
Eighteen inches of rain