Ian & Sylvia - Early Morning Rain | Текст песни

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In the early morning rain
G D
With a dollar in my hand
Em
With an aching in my heart
G D
And my pockets full of sand
Em
I'm a long ways from home
G D
And I missed my loved one so
A
In the early morning rain
G D
With no place to go

A
Out on runway number nine
G D
Big 707 set to go
Em
But I?m stuck here in the grass
G D
Where the cold wind blows
Em
Now the liquor tasted good
G D
And the women all were fast
A
Well there she goes my friend
G D G A G D G D
She's rolling down at last

A
Hear the mighty engines roar
G D
See the silver bird on high
Em
She's away and westward bound
G D
Far above the clouds she flies
Em
Where the morning rain don't fall
G D
And the sun always shines
A
She'll be flying over my home
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In about three hours time

A
This old airport?s got me down
G D
It's no earthly good to me
Em
'Cause I?m stuck here on the ground
G D
As cold and drunk as I can be
Em
You can't jump a jet plane
G D
Like you can a freight train
A
So I best be on my way
G D
In the early morning rain

Em
You can't jump a jet plane
G D
Like you can a freight train
A
So I best be on my way
G D
In the early morning rain

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