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| In the early mornin' | rain, | with a | dollar in my | hand, |
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| And an achin' in my | heart, | and my pocket's full of | sand. |
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| I'm a long way from | home, | and I miss my loved one | so, |
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| In the early mornin' | rain, | with no place to | go. |
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| Out on runway number | nine, | b | ig 707 set to | go. |
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| But I'm out here on the | grass, | where the pavement never | grows. |
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| Well the liquor tasted g | ood, | and the women all were | fast. |
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| There she goes my fri | end, | s | he's rollin' 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 | flies. |
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| Where the mornin' rain don't | fall, | and the sun always | shines. |
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| She'll be flyin' o'er 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, | cold and drunk as I might | be. |
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| Can't jump a jet | plane, | like I can a freight | train. |
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| So I'd best be on my | way, | in the early mornin' | rain. |
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| So I'd best be on my | way, | in the early mornin' | rain. |