"Early Morning Rain" lyrics
(originally by Gordon Lightfoot)
In the early mornin' rain
With a dollar in my hand
And 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 mornin' rain
With no place to go
Out on runway number nine
Seven-o-seven set to go
And I'm stuck here in the ground
In the pain that ever grows
And the liquor tasted good
And the women all were fast
Yeah, there she goes my friend
She'll be rollin' down at last
Hear the mighty engines roar
See the silver wing on high
She's away and westward bound
Far above the clouds she'll fly
Where the mornin' rain don't fall
Where the sun always shines
She'll be flyin' o'er my home
In about three hours time
This old airport's got me down
It's no earthly good to me
'Cause I'm stuck here on the ground
Cold and drunk as I can be
You can't jump a jet plane
Like you can a freight train
So I'd best be on my way
In the early mornin' rain
With a dollar in my hand
And 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 mornin' rain
With no place to go
Out on runway number nine
Seven-o-seven set to go
And I'm stuck here in the ground
In the pain that ever grows
And the liquor tasted good
And the women all were fast
Yeah, there she goes my friend
She'll be rollin' down at last
Hear the mighty engines roar
See the silver wing on high
She's away and westward bound
Far above the clouds she'll fly
Where the mornin' rain don't fall
Where the sun always shines
She'll be flyin' o'er my home
In about three hours time
This old airport's got me down
It's no earthly good to me
'Cause I'm stuck here on the ground
Cold and drunk as I can be
You can't jump a jet plane
Like you can a freight train
So I'd best be on my way
In the early mornin' rain
Writer(s): Gordon Lightfoot
