Early Morning Rain — текст песни (moxy fruvous)

Originally done by Gordon Lightfoot
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, 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
Big 707 set to go
But I`m stuck here in the grass
Where the cold winds blow
Well the liquor tasted good
And the women all were fast
There she goes, my friend
She`s rolling down at last
Hear the mighty engine roar
Speed the silver bird on high
She`s away and westward bound
Out among the clouds she`ll fly
Where the morning rain don`t fall
And the sun always shines
She`ll be flying o`er 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 could be
You can`t jump a jet plane
Like you can a freight train
So I`d best be on my way
In the early morning rain
You can`t jump a jet plane
Like you can a freight train
So I`d best be on my way
In the early morning rain.