Watkins Family Hour - Early Morning Rain lyrics

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Watkins Family Hour - Early Morning Rain lyrics

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 the loved ones so In the early morning rain with no place to go Out on runway number nine a big 707's set to go But I'm stuck here on the ground where the cold winds blow Where the whiskey tasted good and the women all were fast There she goes, my friend, she's going down at last Hear the mighty engines roar, see the silver bird on high She's away and westward bound, high 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, 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 rain