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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 ones so
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In the early morning rain     with no place to go

(Play this through the whole song)
 
Out on runway number nine, big seven-o-seven set to go
But I'm stuck here in the grass with a pain that evergrows
Now the liquor tasted good and the women all were fast
Well now there she goes my friend, she's a-rolling down at last
 
Hear the mighty engines roar, see the silver wing on high
She's away and westward bound, far above the clouds she'll fly
Where the morning rain don't fall and the sun always shines
She'll be flying over my home in about three hours time