Just found this Canadian band recently. A great mid – 90s Canadian roots rock band. This song comes from their 1993 debut, Strays, and it sounds like a band already past the starting line. Just straight ahead rock that stings.
The core of the band was singer and songwriter Tom Wilson, along with Ray Farrugia and Russ Wilson. Before Junkhouse, Wilson had been part of the band Florida Razors, but Junkhouse was a shift toward something more rooted in rock, blues, and country. Junkhouse didn’t come out of nowhere with Strays. By the time they got into the studio, they had already been playing around Hamilton, Ontario, for a while. That tightness shows up in the album. These songs were shaped on stage first. Tom Wilson’s vocal carries most of the weight. You hear it once, it sticks with you.
They never became a global name, but they didn’t disappear either. Their songs stuck around, especially in Canada, and over time they’ve picked up a kind of quiet reputation. If you go back to Strays now, it still sounds tight and right. It doesn’t sound made for radio, even though it got there. It sounds like guys in a room who knew when not to add more and do too much. This is one of those tracks I came across late, not when it was new, but it didn’t matter. It plays the same either way.
After Junkhouse wound down, Tom Wilson kept going. He formed Blackie and the Rodeo Kings with Colin Linden and Stephen Fearing, digging deeper into roots and folk. Later, he worked under the name Lee Harvey Osmond, exploring more atmospheric music.
This song peaked at #41 in Canada in 1993.
Praying For Rain
A big sun setting on the fields, I can’t sleep on this tractor wheelPut my seed into the earth, they never tell me just what it’s worthI’m praying for the rain, the open sky will seal my veinsWhen every farmer has made his grain, I’m praying for the rain, I’m stillPrayingThe road was clear the night was too, and that’s how I remember youI hop a fence, I make my bed, but I can’t make you leave my headI’m praying for the rain, just to wash away this painAnother headlight through my brain, I’m praying for the rain, I’m stillPrayingNow all my words have headed north, they rode a taxi or took a horseThe way I loved you was all in vain, I’m still praying for the rainI’m praying for the rain, beat the drum till I’m insaneGive the next dance craze a name, I’m praying for the rain, I’m stillPrayingYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
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