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Seven lonely days and a dozen towns ago |
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I reached out one night and you were gone |
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Don't know why you'd run, 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, thumbin' for a ride |
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On this lonely Kentucky back road |
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I've loved you much too long, my love's too strong |
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To let you go, never knowing what went wrong |
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Kentucky rain keeps pouring down |
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And up ahead's another town that I'll go walking through |
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With the rain in my shoes, searchin' for you |
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In the cold Kentucky rain, in the cold Kentucky rain |
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Showed your photograph to some old gray bearded men |
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Sitting on a bench outside a general store |
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They said, "Yes, she's been here" but their memory wasn't clear |
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"Was it yesterday? No wait, the day before" |
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Finally, got a ride with a preacher man who asked |
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"Where you bound on such a cold, dark afternoon?" |
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As we drove on through the rain, as he listened, I explained |
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And he left me with a prayer that I'd find you |
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Kentucky rain keeps pouring down |
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And up ahead's another town that I'll go walking through |
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With the rain in my shoes, searchin' for you |
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In the cold Kentucky rain, in the cold Kentucky rain |
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In the cold Kentucky rain, hey hey hey |
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In the cold Kentucky rain |
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Cold Kentucky rain, in the cold Kentucky rain |
