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Early Morning Rain

In the early morning rain with a dollar in my hand

With an aching in my heart and my pockets full of sand

I'm a long way from home and I miss my loved one so

In the early morning rain with no place to go



Out on runway number nine big 707 set to go

But I'm stuck here on the grass where the cold winds they do blow

And where whiskey was and bars and the women they were fine

There she goes my friend, she rolling down at last



Here the mighty engines roar, see the silver bird on high

She's away and westward bound, far above the clouds she'll fly

There the morning rain don't fall and the sun always shines

She'll be flying over my home in about three hours time



This old airport's got me down it ain't no earthy good to me

Because I'm stuck here on the ground, cold and drunk as I can be

You can't hop a jet plane like you can a railroad train

So I'd best be on my way in the early morning rain

Grateful Dead

Early Morning Rain / Grateful Dead

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