Текст песни Moxy Fruvous - Early Morning Rain
Moxy Fruvous - Early Morning Rain слова песни
Originally done by Gordon LightfootIn the early morning rainWith a dollar in my handWith an aching in my heartAnd my pockets full of sandI`m a long, long way from homeAnd I miss my loved ones soIn the early morning rainWith no place to go.Out on runway number nineBig 707 set to goBut I`m stuck here in the grassWhere the cold winds blowWell the liquor tasted goodAnd the women all were fastThere she goes, my friendShe`s rolling down at lastHear the mighty engine roarSpeed the silver bird on highShe`s away and westward boundOut among the clouds she`ll flyWhere the morning rain don`t fallAnd the sun always shinesShe`ll be flying o`er my homeIn about three hours timeThis old airport`s got me downIt`s no earthly good to me`Cause I`m stuck here on the groundCold and drunk as I could beYou can`t jump a jet planeLike you can a freight trainSo I`d best be on my wayIn the early morning rainYou can`t jump a jet planeLike you can a freight trainSo I`d best be on my wayIn the early morning rain.