Текст песни Elvis Presley - Early Mornin` Rain
Elvis Presley - Early Mornin` Rain слова песни
(Words & music by Gordon Lightfoot)In the early mornin` rainWith a dollar in my handAnd an aching in my heartAnd my -pockets full of sandI`m a long ways from homeAnd I missed my loved one soIn the early mornin` rainWith no place to goOut on runway number nineBig 707 set to goWell I`m out here on the grassWhere the pavement never growsWhere the liquor tasted goodAnd the women all were fastThere she goes my friendShe`s rolling out at lastHear the mighty engines roar See the silver wing on high She`s away and westward boundFor above the clouds she fliesWhere the mornin` rain don`t fallAnd the sun always shinesShe`ll be flying over my homeIn about three hours timeThis ol` airport`s got me downIt`s no earthly good to me`Cause I`m stuck here on the groundCold and drunk as I might beCan`t jump a jet plane Like you can a freight train So I best be on my wayIn the early mornin` rainSo I best be on my wayIn the early mornin` rainSo I best be on my wayIn the early mornin` rain