Early Morning Rain Lyrics - Gord's Gold - Gordon Lightfoot

In the early mornin' rain 

With a dollar in my hand 

With an aching in my heart 

And my pockets full of sand 

I'm a long ways from home 

And I missed my loved one so 

In the early mornin' rain 

With no place to go 

Out on runway number nine 

Big seven o seven set to go 

Well I'm stuck here on the grass 

Where the pavement never grows 

Where the liquor tasted good 

And all the women all were fast 

There, there she goes my friend 

She's rolling down at last 

Hear the mighty engines roar 

See the silver wing on high 

She's away and westward bound 

For above the clouds she'll fly 

Where the mornin' rain don't fall 

And the sun always shines 

She'll be flying over my home 

In about three hours time 

This ol' airport's got me down 

It's no damn good to me 

And I'm stuck here on the ground 

As cold and drunk as I can be 

Can't jump a jet plane 

Like you can a freight train 

So I best be on my way 

In the early mornin' rain 

Can't jump a jet plane 

Like you can a freight train 

So I best be on my way 

In the early mornin' rain