歌曲名 Early Mornin Rain 歌手名 Bob Dylan

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In the early mornin rain

With a dollar in my hand

An achin in my heart

And my pockets full of sand

I'm a long way from home

And I missed my loved one so

In the early mornin rain

With nowhere to go

Out on runway number nine

Big 707 set to go

I'm stuck here on the ground

Where the cold winds blow

The liquor tasted good

And the women all were fast

There she goes my friend

She's a rollin down at last

Here the mighty engine's roar

See the silver bird on high

She's away in 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 airports 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

You can't hop a jet plane

Like you can a freight train

So I best be on my way

In the early mornin rain