Cecil McCartney - Early Morning Rain

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In the early morning rain With ten pound in my hand With an aching in my mind And my pockets full of sand I'm a long way from home Lord, I miss my loved one so In the early morning rain With no place to go Out on runway number nine 707 set to go And I'm standing on the grass Where the cold, cold winds blow Well the mangoes tasted good And the girls were loving fast And I'm still feeling high From that three day fast Hear the mighty engines roar See the silver bird 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, it always shines She'll be flying o'er my home In about three hours time Well, this old airport's got me down It's no earthly good to me So I best move the neurons And work for humanity You can't jump a jet plane Like you can a freight train So I'd best be on my way In the early morning rain
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