Текст песни Elvis Presley - Early Mornin Rain

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 ways from home  and I missed my loved one so

In the early morning 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 bird on high

She's away and westward bound  far above the clouds she flies

Where the morning rain don't fall  and the sun always shines

She'll be flying 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

Can't jump a jet plane  like you can a freight train

So I best be on my way  in the early morning rain

So I best be on my way  in the early morning rain

So I best be on my way  in the early morning rain