Stray Cat

It's been seven long lonesome years
Since my sight gone and run away.
Been seven more years since I run from home
For to find me a place to stay.

I'm just a stray cat, selling my soul on the streets
Some call me wicked, some call me smart,
But I ain't seen the same since my bitter farewell
Left my tongue and my home so far.

Well, I've seen the moon,
And I've seen the sinking stars,
I seen deep down into
My true love's eyes,
Ain't nothing more I'm wishing to be seeing.

The singing I followed down to the railroad tracks
Where I heard that lonesome whistle blowing
And the earth she was shaking at the steel track's mighty roar
And the smell of coal told me where I's going.

The very last thing that my poor eyes did see
Was my true love walking lonesome in the rain.
Lord, I held her too tight and I crushed her precious heart
Now I'm walking lonesome, too, inside the rain.

Well, I've seen the rain,
And I've seen the rising sun,
I seen true joy inside
My true love's dear smile,
Ain't nothing more I'm wishing to be seeing