Gordon Lightfoot - Early Morning Rain Lyrics

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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 
Lord I miss my loved one so 
In the early mornin' rain 
With no place to go 

Out on runway number nine 
Big 707 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 look fast 
And now there she goes my friend 
She 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 
And the sun always shines 
She'll be flyin' o'er my home 
In about three hours time 

This ol' airport’s got me down 
It's no earthly good to me 
And 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 

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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lyrics submitted by M.van Hout
lyrics corrected by clubhebbwest on 25-01-2006