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