| 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 |