Текст (слова) песни: Elvis Presley - Early Mornin` Rain
(Words & music by Gordon Lightfoot) In the early mornin` rain With a dollar in my hand And 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 707 set to go Well I`m out here on the grass Where the pavement never grows Where the liquor tasted good And the women all were fast There she goes my friend She`s rolling out at last
Hear the mighty engines roar See the silver wing on high She`s away and westward bound For above the clouds she flies 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 `Cause I`m stuck here on the ground Cold and drunk as I might be Can`t jump a jet plane Like you can a freight train So I best be on my way In the early mornin` rain So I best be on my way In the early mornin` rain So I best be on my way In the early mornin` rain
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