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In the early morning rain
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With a dollar in my hand
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And an aching in my heart
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And my pockets full of sand
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Im a long way from home
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And I missed my loved one so
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In the early morning rain
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With no place to go
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Out on runway number nine
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Big 707 set to go
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But Im out here on the grass
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Where the pavement never grows
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Well, the liquor tasted good
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And the women all were fast
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There she goes my friend
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She's rolling down at last
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Hear the mighty engine roar
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See the silver wing on high
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She's away and westward bound
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Far above the clouds shell fly
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Where the morning rain dont fall
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And the sun always shines
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She' ll be flying over my home
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In about three hours time
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This old airport's got me down
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Its no earthly good to me
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'Cause Im stuck here on the ground
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Cold and drunk as I might be
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You cant jump a jet plane
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Like you can a freight train
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So Id best be on my way
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In the early morning rain
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So Id best be on my way
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In the early morning rain |
