Early morning rain
In the early morning rain with a dollar in my hand
With an achin' in my heart and my pocket's full off sand
I'm a long way from home and I miss my love once so
In the early morning rain with no place to go
Out on runway number nine, big seven - o - seven set to go
Well, I'm standin' on the grass where the cold wind blows
Well the liqueur tasted good and the woman all her fast
There she goes, my friend, she's rollin' now at last
Here the mighty engines roar, she's the silver bird on high
She's away and westward bound far above the clouds she fly
Where the morning rain don't fall and the sun always shines
She'll be flying o'er my home in about three hours time
This old airport's got me down, It's no earthly good to me
'Cause I'm stucked here on the ground cold as drunk I might be
You can jump a jet plane like you can't afraid train
So I'll best be on my way in the early morning rain
So I'll best be on my way in the early morning rain
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