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In the early mornin' rain |
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With a dollar in my hand |
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And an aching in my heart |
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And my pockets full of sand |
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I'm a long ways from home |
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And I missed my loved one so |
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In the early mornin' 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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Well I'm out here on the grass |
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Where the pavement never grows |
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Where the liquor tasted good |
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And the women all were fast |
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There she goes my friend |
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She's rolling out at last |
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Hear the mighty engines roar |
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See the silver wing on high |
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She's away and westward bound |
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For above the clouds she flies |
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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 flying over my home |
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In about three hours time |
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This ol' 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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Cold and drunk as I might be |
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Can't jump a jet plane |
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Like you can a freight train |
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So I best be on my way |
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In the early mornin' rain |
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So I best be on my way |
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In the early mornin' rain |
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So I best be on my way |
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In the early mornin' rain |
