Oliver~ (Rap) - Early Mornin' Rain lyrics

In the early mornin' rain With a dollar in my hand With an aching in my heart And my pockets full of sand I'm a long way from home I miss my loved ones 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 stuck here in the gra** Where the cold winds blow Now the liquor tasted good And the women all were fast Well there she goes my friend She'll be rolling down at last Hear the mighty engines roar See the silver bird on high She's away and westward bound Far above the clouds she'll fly But where the mornin' rain don't fall Where the sun always shines She'll be flying o'er 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 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 mornin' rain I'd best be on my way In the early mornin' rain