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