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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 ground
Where the cold wind blows.
Where the liquor tasted good,
And the women all were fast.
There she goes my friend,
She's 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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