In the early morning rain with a dollar in my hand
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With an aching in my heart and my pockets full of sand
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I'm a long way from home and I miss my loved one so
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In the early morning rain with no place to go
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Out on runway number nine, big 707 set to go
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And I'm stuck here on the grass where the cold winds blow
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Well, the liquor tasted good and the time went fast
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Well, there she goes my friend, there she's rolling now at last
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Hear the mighty engines roar, see the silver bird on high
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She's away and westward bound, far above the clouds she'll fly
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Where the morning rain don't fall and the sun always shines
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She'll be flying over my home in about three hours time
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Well, this old airport's got me down, it ain't no earthly good to me
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'Cause I'm stuck here on the ground, this cold and drunk as I can be
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You can't jump the jet plane like I can a freight train
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So I'd best be on my way in the early morning rain
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Early Morning Rain
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| Judy Collins |
