Songtext Early morning rain Gordon Lightfoot

Early morning rain

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 loved ones so
In the Early morning Rain
With no place to go

Out on runway number 9
Big 707 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 going down at last

Hear the mighty engines roar
See the silver bird on high
She's wavin westward bound
Far above the clouds she'll fly
Where the mornin rain don't fall
And the sun always shines
She's be flyin o'er my home
In about three hours time

This old airports 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 best be on my way
In the early morning rain

You can't jump a jet plane
Like you can a freight train
So I best be on my way
In the early morning rain