Song | Saddle in the Rain |
Artist | John Prine |
Album | Great Days: The John Prine Anthology |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Lyrics:John Prine Music:John Prine | |
I wish, i hope, i wonder | |
Where you're at sometimes | |
Is your back against the wall? | |
Or just across the line | |
Have you been standing in the rain | |
Reciting nursery rhymes? | |
Trying to recall | |
Some long lost kind of peace of mind | |
Peace of mind | |
Try spending the night sometime | |
All alone in a frozen room | |
Afterneath you've lain | |
Your saddle in the rain | |
I dreamed they locked god up | |
Down in my basement | |
And he waited there for me | |
To have this accident | |
So he could drink my wine | |
And eat me like a sacrament | |
And i just stood there like i do | |
Then i came and went | |
I came and went | |
Like a bird in a foreign sky | |
Couldn't even say good bye | |
Or come and share the pain | |
My saddle's in the rain | |
I saw a friend who doesn't know | |
If i'm his friend just yet | |
His eyes and mouth were widely open | |
And his jaw was set | |
Like he'd fell off a cliff | |
And hadn't hit the bottom yet | |
I wish he wouldn't pull those things on me | |
Without a net | |
Without a net | |
I had him up to the house one time | |
And we was having a real good time | |
Then he went and lain | |
His saddle in the rain | |
In a laundromat not too far | |
From the alamo | |
Sits a girl who stole my records | |
Very long ago | |
And she wishes, wants and washes | |
Out those dirty clothes | |
As she shuts her eyes and dreams | |
About her one eyed joe | |
One eyed joe | |
Car parked on a dirty road | |
Heaven knows the load she pulled | |
Couldn't take the strain | |
A saddle in the rain |
Lyrics: John Prine Music: John Prine | |
I wish, i hope, i wonder | |
Where you' re at sometimes | |
Is your back against the wall? | |
Or just across the line | |
Have you been standing in the rain | |
Reciting nursery rhymes? | |
Trying to recall | |
Some long lost kind of peace of mind | |
Peace of mind | |
Try spending the night sometime | |
All alone in a frozen room | |
Afterneath you' ve lain | |
Your saddle in the rain | |
I dreamed they locked god up | |
Down in my basement | |
And he waited there for me | |
To have this accident | |
So he could drink my wine | |
And eat me like a sacrament | |
And i just stood there like i do | |
Then i came and went | |
I came and went | |
Like a bird in a foreign sky | |
Couldn' t even say good bye | |
Or come and share the pain | |
My saddle' s in the rain | |
I saw a friend who doesn' t know | |
If i' m his friend just yet | |
His eyes and mouth were widely open | |
And his jaw was set | |
Like he' d fell off a cliff | |
And hadn' t hit the bottom yet | |
I wish he wouldn' t pull those things on me | |
Without a net | |
Without a net | |
I had him up to the house one time | |
And we was having a real good time | |
Then he went and lain | |
His saddle in the rain | |
In a laundromat not too far | |
From the alamo | |
Sits a girl who stole my records | |
Very long ago | |
And she wishes, wants and washes | |
Out those dirty clothes | |
As she shuts her eyes and dreams | |
About her one eyed joe | |
One eyed joe | |
Car parked on a dirty road | |
Heaven knows the load she pulled | |
Couldn' t take the strain | |
A saddle in the rain |
Lyrics: John Prine Music: John Prine | |
I wish, i hope, i wonder | |
Where you' re at sometimes | |
Is your back against the wall? | |
Or just across the line | |
Have you been standing in the rain | |
Reciting nursery rhymes? | |
Trying to recall | |
Some long lost kind of peace of mind | |
Peace of mind | |
Try spending the night sometime | |
All alone in a frozen room | |
Afterneath you' ve lain | |
Your saddle in the rain | |
I dreamed they locked god up | |
Down in my basement | |
And he waited there for me | |
To have this accident | |
So he could drink my wine | |
And eat me like a sacrament | |
And i just stood there like i do | |
Then i came and went | |
I came and went | |
Like a bird in a foreign sky | |
Couldn' t even say good bye | |
Or come and share the pain | |
My saddle' s in the rain | |
I saw a friend who doesn' t know | |
If i' m his friend just yet | |
His eyes and mouth were widely open | |
And his jaw was set | |
Like he' d fell off a cliff | |
And hadn' t hit the bottom yet | |
I wish he wouldn' t pull those things on me | |
Without a net | |
Without a net | |
I had him up to the house one time | |
And we was having a real good time | |
Then he went and lain | |
His saddle in the rain | |
In a laundromat not too far | |
From the alamo | |
Sits a girl who stole my records | |
Very long ago | |
And she wishes, wants and washes | |
Out those dirty clothes | |
As she shuts her eyes and dreams | |
About her one eyed joe | |
One eyed joe | |
Car parked on a dirty road | |
Heaven knows the load she pulled | |
Couldn' t take the strain | |
A saddle in the rain |