Early Morning Rain - The Kingston Trio-歌词_3

Early Morning Rain - The Kingston Trio

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 wing on high

She's a-wingin' westward bound

High above the clouds

She'll fly where the morning rains

Don't fall and the sun always shines

She'll be flyin' o'er my home

In about three hours time

This old airport's got me down

It's no earthly good to me

'Cause I'm stuck here on the

Ground cold and drunk as I can be

You can't jump a jet plane

Like you can a freight train

So I best be on my way

In the early mornin' rain

You can't jump a jet plane

Like you can a freight train

So I best be on my way

In the early mornin' rain