Early Morning Rain (Live)

歌詞

In the early mornin' 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, Lord I miss my loved ones so In the early mornin' rain, with no place to go Out on runway number nine, big seven-o-seven set to go And I'm stuck here in the grass with a pain that ever grows Oh, the liquor tasted good and the women all were fast Well, now there she goes, my friend, she'll be rollin' down at last Hear the mighty engines roar, see the silver wing on high She's a wingin' 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' over my home in about three hours time This old airport's got me down, it's no earthly good to me And 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 best be on my way in the early mornin' rain You can't jump a jet plane like you can a freight train So, I best be on my way in the early mornin' rain