Ruben Hein - Early Morning Rain lyrics

rate me

In the early mornin' rain

with a dollar in my hand

With an achin' in my heart

& my pockets full of sand

I'm a long way from home

& I miss my loved ones so

In the early mornin' rain & no place to go

Out on runway no. 9 big 707 set to go

But I'm standin' on the grass where the cold wind blows

Well the liquor tasted good

& the women all were fast

There she goes my friend

She's a rollin' now at last

This old airport's got me down

It's no earthly good to me

Cuz I'm stuck here on the ground

Cold & drunk as I can be

You can't jump a big jet plane

Like you can an old freight train

So I'd best be on my way

In the early mornin' rain

So I'd best be on my way

In the early mornin' rain

So I'd best be on my way

In the early mornin' rain