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Early Morning Rain
Cleve Francis
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In the early morning 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 miss my darling so
In the early morning rain
I've got no place to go
Out on runway number nine
Big 707 set to go
But I'm stuck here on the ground
Where the cold winds blow
Where the liquor tasted good
And the women all were fast
There she goes my friend
Oh, she's rollin' out again
Hear the mighty engines roar
See the silver wings on high
She's away and westward bound
High above the cloud, she'll fly
Where the mornin' rain don't fall
And the sun always shines
She'll be flyin' 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
Cold and drunk as I can be
You can't jump a jet plane
Like you can a freight train
So, I'd best be on the way
In the early morning rain
You can't jump a jet plane
Like you can a freight train
So, I'd best be on the way
In the early morning rain