Ian Tyson - Eighteen inches of rain

^CA'not a broke horse on the place, ^FMy pickup truck won't ^Dmgo, ^CThe tractor lost a wheel ^Dmabout a week ^Gago, ^CThe wind is from the east, ^CBlowing ^Fhard across the ^Dmplains, ^CI'm high and ^Amlonesome ^Dmwaiting ^Gfor a ^Cchange.

^CJust give me one br^Foke horse with a good fittin' saddle, ^CThat's easy on your back, ^FOne good woman who makes up the difference, ^CFor everything I lack, ^AmOne last chance to ^Gsell my calves, ^CBefore the prices go to hell a^Fgain, ^CClear blue s^Amkies.^Dm.. eighte^Gen inches ^Cof rain.

^CThe coffee's kinda bitter, is the ^Fwater or the ^Dmpot? ^CUntil I get to town, I'll make ^Dmdo with what I ^Ggot, ^CThe Copenhagen's runnin' low I should ^Fquit it anywa^Dmy's, ^CMe and this old o^Amutfit, Have ^Dmboth seen ^Gbetter ^Cdays.

^CJust give me clear blue ^Amskies, ^Dmeighteen ^Ginches of ^Crain. ^CJust give me clear blue ^Amskies, ^Dmeighteen ^Ginches of ^Crain.