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Gordon Lightfoot - In The Early Mornin Rain Lyrics

In The Early Mornin' Rain Song Lyrics
In The Early Mornin' Rain 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 one so
In the early mornin' rain
With no place to go
Out on runway number nine
Big 707 set to roll
But I'm stuck here on the ground
Where the pavement never grows
The liquor tasted good
And the women all were fast
Well there she goes, my friend
She's movin' out at last
Hear the mighty engines roar
See the silver wings on high
She's away and westward bound
High 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 old airport's got me down
Ain't no earthly good to me
'Cause I'm stuck here on the ground
Cold and drunk as I might be
You can't hop a jet plane
The way you can a freight train
So I'll just be on my way
In the early mornin' rain
You can't hop a jet plane
The way you can a freight train
So I'll just be on my way
In the early mornin' rain