charley pride
searching for the morning sun
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 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