LYRICS:
In the early morning rain with a dollar in my hand
With an aching 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 nine big 707 is set to go
But I'm stuck here in the grass where the pavement never grows
Now the liquor tasted good and the women all were fast
Well there she goes my friend she's a 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 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 as cold 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
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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#notautotuned #notpitchcorrected
"Early Morning Rain" written by Gordon Lightfoot
17 мар 2024
