Jones 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 all the streams and rivers 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 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 somebody else to wander Where the Mississippi flows on to the sea. Many a little raindrops are falling close to me Makes all the streams and rivers as muddy as can be It's raining, raining, raining here this morning As the Mississippi flows on to the sea. It's 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. Many a little raindrops are falling close to me Makes all the streams and rivers as muddy as can be It's raining, raining, raining here this morning As the Mississippi flows on to the sea.