This Is It Lyrics - Yes - Norman Blake

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