Morning Chill

歌詞

In the early morning rain With a dollar in my hand And an achin' in my heart And my pockets full of sand I'm a long way from home And I miss my loved ones so In the early morning rain With no place to go Out on runway number nine Seven-o-seven set to go And I'm stuck here on the ground Where the pavement never grows Now the liquor tasted good And the women all were fast Well there she goes my friend She'll be rollin' down at last Hear the mighty engines roar See the silver wing on high She's away and westward bound Far above the clouds she'll fly Where the mornin' rain don't fall And the sun always shines She'll be flyin' over 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 As cold and drunk as I can be You can't jump a jet plane Like you can a freight train So I'd best be on my way In the early morning rain