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Em - Em7 - Em C - Em7/B - Am - G - G/F# - Em Em - Em7 - Em C - Em7/B - Am - G - G/F# - Em Em A7 I wish, I hope, I wonder where you're at sometimes. Em A7 Is your back against the wall? Or just across the line? Em A7 Have you been standing in the rain, reciting nursery rhymes? Em A7 Trying to recall some long lost kind of peace of mind? D Peace of mind. G Try spending the night sometime D All alone in a frozen room. A7 Afterneath you've lain Em 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 goodbye
Or come and share the pain.
My saddle's in the rain.
G D C B7 G La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la, la-aa-ah. D C B7 La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la.
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.
La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la, la-aa-ah.
La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la.
Deep southern storms blow lonesome, still dark, blue and high.
Black clouds are twisting orange as they go flashing by.
Like some cheap religious painting hanging in the sky.
You just touched my face and I wanna break right down and cry.
Break down and cry.
If she should ever come down your way,
Grab her by the throat and say,
"Won't you please explain
D G D - A - D - A - D This saddle in the rain?"
(Words and music by John Prine, 1975)
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