Early Morning Rain lyrics
Early Morning Rain lyrics
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 ones so.
In the early mornin' rain
With no place to go.
Out on runway number nine
Big seven-o-seven1 set to go.
But I'm stuck here in the grass
Where the cold wind a-blows.
Now the liquor tasted good
And the women all were fast.
Well there she goes, my friend,
Well she's rollin' down at last.
Hear the mighty 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' over 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
As 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.
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.
1. Boeing 707 jet, no longer in common service
- Artist:Gordon Lightfoot
- Album:Lightfoot!