Early Mornin` Rain — текст песни (Gordon Lightfoot)

In the early morning rain
With a dollar in my hand
With an achin` in my heart
And my pockets full of sand
I`m a 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 seven-o-seven set to go
But I`m stuck here in the grass
Where the cold wind blows
Now the liquor tasted good
And the women all were fast
Well there she goes my friend
Well she`s rollin` down at last

Hear the mighty engines roar
See the silver bird on high
She`s away and westward bound
Far above the clouds she`ll fly
Where the mornin` rain don`t fall
And the sun always shines
She`ll be flyin` 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
As cold and drunk as I can 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