Gordon Lightfoot

Gordon Lightfoot - Early Morning Rain lyrics

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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, Lord I miss my loved one so
In the early morning 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 rolling 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 morning rain don't fall and the sun always shines
She'll be flying over my home in about three hours time

This old airport's got me down, it's no earthly good to me
As 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
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Author: Gordon Lightfoot

Composer: Gordon Lightfoot

Publisher: Entertainment Distributing Inc.

Details:

Released in: 1966

Language: English

Covered by: Bob Dylan (1973)

Appearing on: Lightfoot! (1966)

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