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| 2:48 | ||||
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| 3:16 | ||||
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| 3:37 | ||||
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| 3:08 | ||||
In the early mornin' rain with a dollar in my hand
And an aching in my heart, and my pockets full of sand I'm a long way from home, and I miss my loved one so In the early mornin' rain with no place to go. Out on runway number nine, big seven-o-seven set to go But I'm out here on the grass where the pavement never grows Well the liquor tasted good and the women all were fast There she goes my friend, she's rollin' down at last. Hear the mighty engine 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' o're 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, Cold and drunk, as I might be. Can't jump a jet plane like you can a freight train So I'd best be on my way in the early mornin' rain. So I'd best be on my way in the early mornin' rain |
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| 2:55 | ||||
6. |
| 2:11 | ||||
7. |
| 2:51 | ||||
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| 2:34 | ||||
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| 3:09 | ||||
10. |
| 2:39 | ||||
11. |
| 1:54 | ||||
12. |
| 2:41 | ||||
It's a lesson too late for the learning
Made of sand, made of sand In the wink of an eye my soul is turning In your hand, in your hand. Are you going away with no word of farewell, Will there be not a trace left behind ? When I could have loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind You know that was the last thing on my mind. You've got reasons a-plenty for going, This I know, this I know. For the weeds have been steadily growing, Please don't go, please don't go. Are you going away with no word of farewell, Will there be not a trace left behind ? I could have loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind, You know that was the last thing on my mind. As I lie in my bed in the mornin' Without you, without you. Each song in my breast dies a born-in Without you, without you. Are you going away with no word of farewell, Will there be not a trace left behind ? when I should have loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind You know that was the last thing on my mind. |