Lyrics of
Early Morning Rain

In the early morning 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 morning rain
 With no place to go
Out on runway number nine
 Big 707 set to go
But I'm stuck here in the grass
 Where the cold wind blows
Now the liquor tasted good
 And the women all were fast
Well there she goes my friend
 She's rolling down at last
Hear the mighty engines roar
 See the silver bird on high
She's away and westward bound
 Far above the clouds she flies
Where the morning rain don't fall
 And the sun always shines
She'll be flying over my home
 In about three hours time
This old airport's got me down
 It's no earthly good to me
'Cause 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 morning rain
You can't jump a jet plane
 Like you can a freight train
So I best be on my way
 In the early morning rain
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