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| In the early morning | rain with a | dollar in my | hand |
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| With an aching in my | heart and my pockets full of | sand |
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| I'm a long way from | home | and I miss my loved ones | so |
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| In the early morning | rain | with no place to | go |
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| Out on runway number | nine, big | seven-o-seven set to | go |
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| But I'm stuck here in the | grass with a pain that everg | rows |
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| Now the liquor tasted | good | and the women all were | fast |
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| Well now there she goes my | friend, | she's a-rolling down at | last |
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| Hear the mighty engines | roar, see the | silver wing on | high |
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| She's away and westward | bound, far above the clouds she'll | fly |
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| Where the morning rain don't | fall and the | sun always | shines |
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| She'll be flying over my | home in | about three hours | time |
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| This old airport's got me | down, it's no | earthly good to | me |
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| 'Cause I'm stuck here on the | ground, as cold and drunk as I can | be |
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| You can't jump a jet | plane like you | can a freight | train |
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| So I'd best be on my | way in the | early morning | rain |