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
Out on runway number nine
Big seven-o-seven set to go
And I'm stuck here in the grass
With a pain that ever grows
Now the liquor tasted good
And the women all were fast
Well there she goes my friend
She'll be rollin' down at last
(
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0OCnH...eature=related )
Gentle rain falling outside my window... siting here drinking the last of NBT's "Georgian Old Gentleman." A smokey hint that reminds me of Lapsang Souchong but not nearly as powerful. Nice for a rainy morning. Very nice.
I think my cold has finally broken, but I don't want to go out riding in the rain just yet. Think I'll stay inside and do some macremé instead. A friend asked for a new guitar strap and that should make for a good one-day project...
Stitchawl