Ian Tyson Eighteen Inches Of Rain
A D]
Not a broke horse on the place, pickup truck won’t go.
[A D E]
Tractor lost a wheel ‘bout a week ago.
[A D B]
The wind is from the east blowing hard across the plain.
[A E A]
I’m high and lonesome, waiting for a change.
[Chorus:]
[D]
Just give me one broke horse with a good fittin’ saddle
[A]
That’s easy on your back.
[D]
One good woman who makes up the difference
[A]
For everything I lack.
[F#m D A F#m D]
One last chance to sell my cows before the prices go to
hell again,
[A E A]
Clear blue skies and eighteen inches of rain.
Coffee’s kinda bitter. Is it the water or the pot?
Until I get to town, I’ll make do with what I got.
Copenhagen’s running low. I should quit it anyways.
Me and this ol’ outfit, we’ve both seen better days.
[Chorus]
