| 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
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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, thumbing for a ride
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| On this lonely Kentucky back road
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| I’ve loved you much too long 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 that I’ll go walking through
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| With the rain in my shoes
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| Searching for you
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| In the cold Kentucky rain, whoa
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| 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»
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| But their memory wasn’t clear
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| «Was it yesterday, no, wait, the day before?»
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| Well, I finally got a ride
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| With a preacher man who asked
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| «Where you bound on such a cold dark afternoon?»
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| And we drove on through 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
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| Kentucky rain keeps pouring down
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| And up ahead’s another town that I’ll be walking through
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| With the rain in my shoes
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| Searching for you
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| In the cold Kentucky rain, whoa
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| In the cold Kentucky rain, oh
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| In the cold Kentucky rain |