Early Morning Rain lyrics

Gordon Lightfoot

Chorus:
In the early morning 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 darlin` so. In the early mornin` rain, with no place to go.

Out on runway number nine, big seven-o-seven set to go but I`m stuck here on the grass where them cold winds blow.
Yeah, the liquor tasted good and the women all were fast. Ah, but there she goes, my friend, though she`s rollin` out at last.

Hear the mighty engines roar. See the silver wing on high. She`s a-wingin` westward bound. High above the clouds she`ll fly
Where the morning rains 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. It`s no earthly good to me `cause I`m stuck here on the ground 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.