Текст песни Bob Dylan - Early Mornin` Rain
Bob Dylan - Early Mornin` Rain слова песни
In the early mornin` rainwith a dollar in my handwith an achin` in my heartand my pockets full of sandI`m a long way from homeand I missed my loved on soin the early mornin` rainand no place to goOut on runway number nineBig seven-o-seven set to gowell, I`m stuck here on the ground where the cold winds blowthe liquor tasted goodand the women all were fastthere she goes, my friendshe`s a rollin` down at lastHere the mighty engines roarsee the silver bird on highshe`s away in westward boundfar above the clouds she`ll flywhere the mornin` rain don`t falland the sun always shinesshe`ll be flyin` over my homein about three hours timeThis old airports got me downit`s no earthly good to me`cause I`m stuck here on the ground cold and drunk as I might beyou can`t hop a jet planelike you can a freight trainso I best be on my way in the early mornin` rainfrom "Bob Dylan - Self Portrait" , copyright by Big Sky Music, Published by Bob Dylan Words & Music Company, Inc. 1970