"Mississippi Rain Storm" lyrics

Daddy was a poor share cropper, mama was a showing sign
The droughts was gettin' worse, the clouds wouldn't burst
When daddy left to find work in the coal mine

And daddy would cuss the Alabama sun
As he looked on down the road
He said, "Nothing's gonna grow
If we don't get a Mississippi rainstorm"

Daddy said to mama, "You know I hate to leave you here alone
'Cause there ain't much of nothing in the ?
And there's mighty little meat on the bone

And mama said to dad, "I love you
And I'm proud to have your son
And all the time you're gone
I pray for a Mississippi rainstorm"

Then one dark and cloudy night thunder began to roar
The panes got closer and closer and the rain began to pour

Mama wrote a letter to Kentucky
Sayin', "Daddy come on home
'Cause your Alabama sun's been born
In a Mississippi rainstorm

Mama wrote a letter to Kentucky
Sayin', "Daddy won't you come on home
'Cause your Alabama sun's been born
In a Mississippi rainstorm