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Early Morning Rain by Richard Hawley

In the early morning rain without a penny 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 on the ground where the cold winds blows But the whiskey tasted good and the women were all fast There she goes my friend, oh she's rollin' down at last Hear the mighty engines roar, see the silver bird on high She's away and westward bound high above the cloud she'll fly Where the early 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 use to me 'Cause I'm stuck here on the ground, cold and drunk as I might 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 So I'd best be on my way in the early morning rain