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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,       big 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 good,          and the women all were fast.
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There she goes my friend,     she'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.