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In the early mornin' rain |
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With a dollar in my hand |
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An achin' in my heart |
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And my pockets full of sand |
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I'm a long way from home |
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And I missed my loved one so |
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In the early mornin' rain |
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With nowhere to go |
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Out on runway number nine |
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Big 707 set to go |
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I'm stuck here on the ground |
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Where the cold winds blow |
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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 a rollin' down at last |
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Here the mighty engine's roar |
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See the silver bird on high |
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She's away in westward bound |
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Far above the clouds she'll fly |
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Where the mornin' rain don't fall |
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And the sun always shines |
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She'll be flyin' over my home |
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In about three hours time |
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This old airports got me down |
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It's no earthly good to me |
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'Cause I'm stuck here on the ground |
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Cold and drunk as I might be |
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You can't hop a jet plane |
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Like you can a freight train |
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So I best be on my way |
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In the early mornin' rain |
