The High Kings - Early Morning Rain

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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 number nine, big seven-o-seven set to go But I’m stuck here in the grass with a pain that ever
Grows
Now the liquor tasted good and the women all were fast
Well now there she goes my friend, she’s a-rolling down
At last
Hear the mighty engines roar, see the silver wing 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
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 jet plane like you can a freight train
So I’d best be on my way in the early morning rain