Eighteen Inches of Rain Songtext
von 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.