028. Early morning rain

The high kings

C-Dur

Jürgen

Flöte (Beginnend E, Fis, A)

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(1)

In the early morning _rain, With a dollar in my hand

With an achin′ in my _heart, And my pockets full of sand

I’m a long way from _home, And I miss my loved ones so

In the early morning _rain, With no place to go

(2)

Out on runway number _nine, Big seven-o-seven ^{set to go}

But I′m stuck here in the _grass, Where the cold wind blows

Intro Flöte

(3)

Well, there she goes my _friend, Well, she’s rollin‘ ^{down at last}

Now the liquor tasted _good, And the women all were fast

(4)

Hear the mighty engines _roar, See the silver ^{bird on high}

She′s away and westward _bound, Far above the cloud she′ll fly

(5)

Where the mornin‘ rain don′t _fall, And the ^{sun always shines}

She’ll be flyin′ o’er my _home, In about three hours time

Intro Flöte

(6)

This old airport′s got me _down, It’s no earthly ^{good to me}

‚Cause I′m stuck here on the _ground, As cold and drunk as I can be

(7)

2 x das 2. Mail langsam aus

You can′t jump a jet _plane, Like you can ^{a freight train}

So I’d best be on my _way, In the early morning rain