Gordon Lightfoot - Early Morning Rain Lyrics
In the early morning rain with a dollar in my handWith an aching in my heart and my pockets full of sandNow, I'm a long way from home and I miss my loved ones soIn the early morning rain with no place to goOut on runway number nine a big 707's set to goBut, I'm stuck here in the grass where the cold wind blowsNow, the liquor tasted good and the women all were fastWell, there she goes, my friend, well she's going down at lastHear the mighty engines roar - see the silver bird on highShe's away and westward bound - far above the clouds she'll flyThere the morning rain don't fall and the sun always shinesShe'll be flying over my home in about three hours timeThis 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 beYou can't jump a jet plane like you can a freight trainSo, I'd best be on my way in the early morning rainYou can't jump a jet plane like you can a freight trainSo, I'd best be on my way in the early morning rain
