Early Morning Rain

In the early morning rain with a dollar in my hand

And an aching in my heart and my pockets full of sand

I'm a long long way from home and I miss my loved ones so

In the early morning rain with no place to go

Out on runway No 9 big 7-0-7 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 a rolling now at last

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Hear that mighty engines roar see the silver bird on high

She's away and westward bound far above the clouds she'll fly

Where the morning rain don't fall and the sun always shine

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 stuck here on the ground as cold and drunk as I can be

You can't jump a big jet plane like you can an old freight train

So I'd best be on my way in the early morning rain

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(Now there's just a fine mist a gray campus on which to paint memories

She has the face of summer could it be she has the heart of winter

I was warmed by summer withered by winter

Perhaps the hurt like the winter will go away after all it's only love)