Текст (слова) песни: Gordon Lightfoot - Early Mornin` Rain
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 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 Where the cold wind blows Now the liquor tasted good And the women all were fast Well there she goes my friend Well she`s rollin` down 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`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 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 morning rain You can`t jump a jet plane Like you can a freight train So I`d best be on my way In the early morning rain
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