In the early morning 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
Lord, 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
But I'm stuck here on the ground
Where the cold wind blows
where
westward
train
three
there
stuck
rolling
pockets
plane
place
number
morning
shines
bound
bored
tasted
always
freight
about
clouds
airports
above
drunk
mighty
early
runway
earthly
women
silver
blows
dollar
engines
friend
seven
flying
ground
aching
hours
liquor
heart
loved
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