Searching For The Morning Sun — текст песни (Charley Pride)

Standin` in a pouring rain on a cold Chicago day
A worn and battered suitcase in my hand
Watch the trains pullin` in and out the people are rushin` about
Wondering what goes to the making of a man
Searching for the morning sun and anyplace and everyone
Lord I`ve got a troubled mind looking for something that I might never find
[ ac.guitar ]
Sittin` on a crowded train a ticket in my right hand
Nothing but confussion on my mind
Now there`s been several towns thought I`d lay my wandering down
I tried `em once then I left them all behind
Searching for the morning sun...
Searching for the morning sun..
Looking for something that I might never find