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In the early morning rain |
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With a dollar in my hand |
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With an achin' in my heart |
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And my pockets full of sand |
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I'm a long way from home |
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And I miss my loved ones so |
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In the early morning rain |
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With no place to go |
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Out on runway number nine |
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Big seven-o-seven set to go |
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But I'm stuck here in the grass |
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Where the cold wind blows |
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Now the liquor tasted good |
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And the women all were fast |
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Well, there she goes my friend |
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Well, she's rollin' down at last |
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Hear the mighty engines roar |
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See the silver bird on high |
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She's away and westward bound |
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Far above the cloud she'll fly |
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Where the mornin' rain don't fall |
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And the sun always shines |
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She'll be flyin' o'er my home |
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In about three hours time |
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This old airport's got me down |
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It's no earthly good to me |
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'Cause I'm stuck here on the ground |
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As cold and drunk as I can be |
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You can't jump a jet plane |
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Like you can a freight train |
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So I'd best be on my way |
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In the early morning rain |
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You can't jump a jet plane |
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Like you can a freight train |
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So I'd best be on my way |
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In the early morning rain |
