It's Raining Here This Morning

Oh it's raining, raining, raining here this morning As I sit in jail and hang my head in shame With a smile I try to greet each early dawning But they've given me a number for my name Many a little raindrops are falling close to me Makes the streams and rivers just as muddy as can be It's raining, raining, raining here this morning As the Mississippi flows on to the sea How I wish that I could see my little darling And hold her in my arms just as before I used to tell her every day I loved her But now she doesn't love me anymore She knew that I was guiltless of this one crime And said that she'd be waiting there for me But she has found somewhere else to wander Where the Mississippi flows on to the sea Its raining, raining, raining here this morning And I am just as weary as can be I wish that I could follow all the raindrops Down the Mississippi toward the silver sea But there's no way to prove that I'm not guilty So I will have to suffer all the shame Go and tell her for me little raindrops That they've given me a number for my name --- It's Raining Here This Morning - Norman Blake and Tony Rice