Early Morning Rain
In the early mornin' rain With a dollar in my hand With an aching in my heart And my pockets full of sand I'm a long ways from home And I missed my loved one so In the early mornin' rain With no place to go Out on runway number nine Big seven o seven set to go Well I'm stuck here on the grass Where the pavement never grows Now the liquor tasted good And the women all were fast There she goes my friend She'll be rolling down at last Hear the mighty engines roar See the silver wing on high She's away and westward bound Far above the clouds she'll fly Where the mornin' rain don't fall And the sun always shines She'll be flying over my home In about three hours time This ol' airport's got me down It's no earthly good to me And I'm stuck here on the ground As cold and drunk as I can be You can't jump a jet plane Like you can a freight train So I best be on my way In the early mornin' rain You can't jump a jet plane Like you can a freight train So I best be on my way In the early mornin' rain
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