| I wish, I hope, I wonder where you’re at sometimes
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| Is your back against the wall or just across the line?
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| Have you been standing in the rain reciting nursery rhymes?
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| Trying to recall some long lost kind of peace of mind
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| Try spending the night sometime all alone in a frozen room
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| Afterneath you’ve lain your saddle in the rain
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| I dreamed they locked God up down in my basement
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| And he waited there for me to have this accident
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| So he could drink my wine and eat me like a sacrament
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| And I just stood there like I do, then I came and went
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| I came and went like a bird in a foreign sky
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| Couldn’t even say goodbye 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 if I’m his friend just yet
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| His eyes and mouth were widely open and his jaw was set
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| Like he’d fell off a cliff and hadn’t hit the bottom yet
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| I wish he wouldn’t pull those things on me without a net
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| I had him up to the house one time, we was having a real good time
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| Then he went and lain his saddle in the rain
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| In a laundromat not too far from the Alamo
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| Sits a girl who stole my records very long ago
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| And she wishes, wants and washes out those dirty clothes
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| As she shuts her eyes and dreams about her one-eyed Joe
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| Car parked on a dirty road, heaven knows the load she pulled
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| Couldn’t take the strain, a saddle in the rain |