Performed by Charlie Landsborough
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 A big 707 is set to roll 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 is rolling down at last | Hear the 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 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 an old freight train So, I'd best be on my way In the early morning rain. |
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