GRATEFUL DEAD - Early Morning Rain lyrics

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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 way from home and I miss my loved one 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 on the grass where the cold winds they do blow And where whiskey was and bars and the women they were fine There she goes my friend, she rolling down at last Here the mighty engines roar, see the silver bird on high She's away and westward bound, far above the clouds she'll fly There the morning rain don't fall and the sun always shines She'll be flying over my home in about three hours time This old airport's got me down it ain't no earthy good to me Because I'm stuck here on the ground, cold and drunk as I can be You can't hop a jet plane like you can a railroad train So I'd best be on my way in the early morning rain