(Four o'clock in the morning and it's been raining Little paddles of water reflect the thousand thin points of color As neon signs shine and glimmer down into them There's a sad unshaven face looking back at me From one of those little ponds that keeps asking how did I get here where can I go And even if I got there this aching in my heart would go with me)
In the early morning rain with a dollar in my hand And an aching in my heart and my pockets full of sand I'm a long 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 stuck here in the grass where the cold wind blows Now the liquor tasted good and the women all were fast Well there she goes my friend she's a rolling now at last [ guitar ] Hear that 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 rainTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
