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In the early mornin' rain with a dollar in my hand,
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and an achin' in my heart and my pockets full of sand.
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I'm a long way from home, and I miss my loved one so.
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In the early mornin' rain with no place to go.
Out on runway number nine, big seven-o-seven set to go,
but I'm stuck here in the gras, 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 now at last.
Hear the mighty engines roar, see the silver bird 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'lll be flyin' o'er my home in about three hours time.
This old airport's got me down, it's not 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'd best be on my way in the early mornin' rain.