Минус Grateful Dead - Early Morning Rain

Текст (слова) песни Grateful Dead - 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