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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
John Prine
John Prine
Vocals
Donald "Duck" Dunn
Donald "Duck" Dunn
Bass Guitar
Peter Bunetta
Peter Bunetta
Drums
Steve Cropper
Steve Cropper
Electric Guitar
Paul Cannon
Paul Cannon
Guitar
Steve Goodman
Steve Goodman
Guitar
James Brown
James Brown
Organ
Alan Hand
Alan Hand
Piano
Rick Vito
Rick Vito
Slide Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Prine
John Prine
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Steve Cropper
Steve Cropper
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
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 standin' in the rain reciting nursery rhymes?
Tryin' to recall some long lost kind of peace of mind
[Verse 2]
Peace of mind? Try spending the night sometime
All alone in a frozen room
After 'neath you've lain
Your saddle in the rain
[Verse 3]
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
[Verse 4]
Like a bird in a foreign sky
Couldn't even say goodbye
Or come and share the pain
My saddle's in the rain
[Verse 5]
La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la, la-la-la
[Verse 6]
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
[Verse 7]
I had him up to the house one time
And we was havin' a real good time
Then he went and lain
His saddle in the rain
[Verse 8]
La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
[Verse 9]
In a laundromat not too far from the Alamo
Sits a girl who stole my records very long ago
And she wishes, wants and a washes out those dirty clothes
And she shuts her eyes and dreams about her one-eyed Joe, one-eyed Joe
[Verse 10]
A car parked on a dirty road
Heaven knows the load she pulled
Couldn't take the strain
A saddle in the rain
Written by: John Prine
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