Elvis Presley

Letra de Early Mornin' Rain

Letras de Elvis Presley

"Early Mornin' Rain"

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 ways from home
 And I missed my loved one so
 In the early mornin' rain
 With no place to go
 
 Out on runway number nine
 Big 707 set to go
 Well I'm out here on the grass
 Where the pavement never grows
 Where the liquor tasted good
 And the women all were fast
 There she goes my friend
 She's rolling out at last
 
 Hear the mighty engines roar
 See the silver wing on high
 She's away and westward bound
 For above the clouds she flies
 Where the mornin' rain don't fall
 And the sun always shines
 She'll be flying over my home
 In about three hours time
 
 This ol' 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 best be on my way
 In the early mornin' rain
 So I best be on my way
 In the early mornin' rain
 So I best be on my way
 In the early mornin' rain

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