Текст (слова) песни: Bob Dylan - Early Mornin` Rain
In the early mornin` 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 missed my loved on so in the early mornin` rain and no place to go
Out on runway number nine Big seven-o-seven set to go well, I`m stuck here on the ground where the cold winds blow the liquor tasted good and the women all were fast there she goes, my friend she`s a rollin` down at last
Here the mighty engines roar see the silver bird on high she`s away in 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` over my home in about three hours time
This old airports got me down it`s no earthly good to me `cause I`m stuck here on the ground cold and drunk as I might be you can`t hop a jet plane like you can a freight train so I best be on my way in the early mornin` rain
from "Bob Dylan - Self Portrait" , copyright by Big Sky Music, Published by Bob Dylan Words & Music Company, Inc. 1970
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