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Seven lonely days |
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And a dozen towns ago |
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I reached out one night |
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And you were gone |
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Don't know why you'd run, |
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What you're running to or from |
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All I know is I want to bring you home |
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So I'm walking in the rain, |
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Thumbing for a ride |
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On this lonely Kentucky backroad |
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I've loved you much too long |
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And my love's too strong |
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To let you go, never knowing |
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What went wrong |
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Kentucky rain keeps pouring down |
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And up ahead's another town |
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That I'll go walking thru |
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With the rain in my shoes, |
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Searchin for you |
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In the cold Kentucky rain, |
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In the cold Kentucky rain |
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Showed your photograph |
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To some old gray bearded man |
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Sitting on a bench |
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Outside a gen'ral store |
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They said 'Yes, she's been here' |
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But their memory wasn't clear |
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Was it yesterday, |
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No, wait the day before |
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So I fin'ly got a ride |
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With a preacher man who asked |
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'Where you bound on such a dark afternoon?' |
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As we drove on thru the rain |
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As he listened I explained |
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And he left me with a prayer |
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That I'd find you |
