| In the early morning rain with a dollar in my hand
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| With an aching 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 ones so In the early morning 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 grass with |
| a pain that ever
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| Grows
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| Now the liquor tasted good and the women all were fast
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| Well now there she goes my friend, she’s a-rolling down
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| At last
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| Hear the mighty engines roar, see the silver wing on high
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| She’s away and westward bound, far above the clouds
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| She’ll fly
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| Where the morning rain don’t fall and the sun always
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| Shines
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| She’ll be flying over my home in about three hours time
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| This old airport’s got me down, it’s no earthly good to Me
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| '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
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| So I’d best be on my way in the early morning rain |