REQ: Lyrics for "Early Morning Rain" - Gordon Lightfoot TIA

[Ernie Garner]

EARLY MORNIN' RAIN

In the early mornin' 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 one so,

In the early mornin' rain,

And no place to go.

Out on runway number nine,

Big seven-o-seven set to go.

Well I'm standin' on the grass,

Where the cold wind blows.

Well, the liquor tasted good,

And the women all were fast,

Well, there she goes, my friend,

There she's rollin' now at last.

Hear the might engines roar,

See the silver bird on high,

She's away and westward bound,

Far above the clouds she'll fly,

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.

Well, 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.

You can't jump a jet plane.

Like you can a freight train,

So I best be on my way,

In the early mornin' rain.
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