In the early morning rain with a dollar in my hand With an aching 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 No 9 big 7-0-7 set to go But I'm standin' on the grass where the cold winds blow Where the liquor tasted good and the women all were fast There she goes my friend she's a rolling now 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 morning rain don't fall and the sun always shine She'll be flying 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 big jet plane like you can an old 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 rainTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
