Saddle In The Rain - John Prine

Saddle In The Rain - John Prine

I have had this song stuck in my brain since May 5th.  A few days ago, a light bulb went off and I was recalling the original last verse.  I was reading somewhere, this verse was cut during the recording of Saddle In The Rain.

Southern stars blow lonesome still dark and high

Blacks clouds shifting orange as they go passing by

Like some cheap religious painting hanging in the sky

You just touch my face and I wanna break down and cry

Break down and cry

If she should ever come down this way

Grab her by the throat and say

Won't you please explain

My saddle in the rain

Farmers' nympho daughter moans

Lets do it til the cows come home

Thank you Reeda Buresh - www.jpshrine.org

Words/Music - John Prine

Saddle In The Rain - on cds -

Common Sense

Great Days - The John Prine Anthology 

In Person and On Stage

Prime Prine - The Best Of John Prine