Music Lyrics Early Mornin Rain by Bob Dylan



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In the early mornin rain With a dollar in my hand With an achin in my heart And my pockets full of sand Im a long way from home And I missed my loved on so In the early mornin rain And no place to go Out on runway number nine Big seven-o-seven set to go Well, Im stuck here on the ground Where the cold winds blow The liquor tasted good And the women all were fast There she goes, my friend Shes a rollin down at last Here the mighty engines roar See the silver bird on high Shes away in westward bound Far above the clouds shell fly Where the mornin rain dont fall And the sun always shines Shell be flyin over my home In about three hours time This old airports got me down Its no earthly good to me cause Im stuck here on the ground Cold and drunk as I might be You cant hop a jet plane Like you can a freight train So I best be on my way In the early mornin rain From "bob dylan - self portrait" , copyright by big sky music, published by bob dylan words & music company, inc. 1970




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