Eighteen Inches of Rain Lyrics

Eighteen Inches of Rain Ian Tyson
Intro: C Am Dm G C
Anot a broke horse on the place,
My pickup truck wont go,
The tractor lost a wheel about a week ago,
The wind is from the east,
Blowing hard across the plains,
Im high and lonesome waiting for a change.
(Chorus)
Just give me one broke horse with a good fittin saddle,
Thats 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 skieseighteen inches of rain.
The coffees kinda bitter,
is the water or the pot?
C Until I get to town,
Ill make do with what I got,
The Copenhagen's runnin' low
I should quit it anyways,
Me and this old outfit,
Have both seen better days.
(Repeat Chorus Twice)
Just give me clear blue skies,
eighteen inches of rain.
Just give me clear blue skies,
eighteen inches of rain.
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