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CAPO UP 3
Intro
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In the early mornin' rain, with a dollar in my hand,
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And an achin' in my heart, and my pocket's full of sand.
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I'm a long way from home, and I miss my loved one so,
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In the early mornin' rain, with no place to go.
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Out on runway number nine, big 707 set to go.
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But I'm out here on the grass, where the pavement never grows.
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Well the liquor tasted good, and the women all were fast.
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There she goes my friend, she's rollin' down at last.
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Hear the mighty engines roar, see the silver wing on high.
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She's away and westward bound, far above the clouds she flies.
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Where the mornin' rain don't fall, and the sun always shines.
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She'll be flyin' o'er my home, in about three hours time.
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This old airport's got me down, it's no earthly good to me.
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Cause I'm stuck here on the ground, cold and drunk as I might be.
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Can't jump a jet plane, like I can a freight train.
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So I'd best be on my way, in the early mornin' rain.
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So I'd best be on my way, in the early mornin' rain.
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