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 one so In the early morning rain with no place to go
Out on runway number nine, big 707 set to go And I'm stuck here on the grass where the cold winds blow Well, the liquor tasted good and the time went fast Well, there she goes my friend, there she's 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 shines She'll be flying over my home in about three hours time
Well, this old airport's got me down, it ain't no earthly good to me 'Cause I'm stuck here on the ground, this cold and drunk as I can be You can't jump the jet plane like I can a freight train 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.
