Paul Weller

Paul Weller - Early morning rain lyrics

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In the early morning rain
With a dollar in my hand
And an aching in my heart
And my pockets full of sand
I’m a long way from home
Lord, I miss my loved ones so
In the early morning rain
With no place to go

Out on runway number nine
Seven-oh-seven set to go
But I’m stuck here on the ground
Where the cold wind blows
Now the liquor tasted good
And the women all were fast
There she goes my friend
She’ll be rolling 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 morning rain don’t fall
And the sun always shines
She’ll be flying over my home
In about three hours time

So the airports got me down
It’s no earthly good to me
Cause I’m stuck here on the ground
Bored 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 morning rain
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Author: Gordon Lightfoot

Composer: Gordon Lightfoot

Publisher: Solid Bond Productions Ltd.

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Released in: 2008

Language: English

Appearing on: Studio 150 (2004)

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