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Bob Dylan( Robert Allen Zimmerman )
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Early Morning Rain
Cut 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 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 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 airport's got me down, it's no earthly good to me Because I'm stuck here on the ground, cold and drunks as I might be You can't hop a jet plane like you can a freight train So I'd best be on my way in the early morning rain.
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