Early Morning Rain by Tommy Makem
Chorus: 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 darlin' so.
In the early mornin' rain, with no place to go. Out on
runway number nine, big seven-o-seven set to go but I'm
stuck here on the grass where them cold winds blow. Yeah,
the liquor tasted good and the women all were fast. Ah,
but there she goes, my friend, though she's rollin' out
at last. Hear the mighty engines roar. See the silver
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