Eighteen Inches Of Rain

Eighteen Inches Of Rain - Ian Tyson

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