In the early mornin rain with a dollar in my hand with an achin in my heart and my pockets full of sand I m a long way from home and I missed my loved on so in the early mornin rain and no place to go Out on runway number nine Big seven-o-seven set to go wellI m stuck here on the ground where the cold winds blow the liquor tasted good and the women all were fast there she goesmy friend she s a rollin down at last Here the mighty engines roar see the silver bird on high she s away in westward bound far above the clouds she ll fly where the mornin rain don t fall and the sun always shines she ll be flyin over my home in about three hours time This old airports got me down it s no earthly good to me cause I m stuck here on the ground cold and drunk as I might be you can t hop 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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