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 way from home and I miss my loved one so / In the early morning rain with nowhere to go. / 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.
Also, this.
Thanks, Trisha! As you may know, we here at Korrektiv are mid-level Dylan fanatics (I say mid-level, since I only own about 100 bootlegs; a real fanatic has ten times that many).
I hear Friday’s performance was great!
This has all the earmarks of your video artistry, Quin. Why even bother citing YouTube?