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Rainin' Here This Mornin'

by The Dillards

on Back Porch Bluegrass (1963)

Jones

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 all the streams and rivers 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 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 somebody else to wander
Where the Mississippi flows on to the sea.

Many a little raindrops are falling close to me
Makes all the streams and rivers as muddy as can be
It's raining, raining, raining here this morning
As the Mississippi flows on to the sea.

It's 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.

Many a little raindrops are falling close to me
Makes all the streams and rivers as muddy as can be
It's raining, raining, raining here this morning
As the Mississippi flows on to the sea.