Early Morning Rain Lyrics - Moxy Fruvous

Originally done by Gordon Lightfoot 

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, 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 set to go 

But I'm stuck here in the grass 

Where the cold winds blow 

Well the liquor tasted good 

And the women all were fast 

There she goes, my friend 

She's rolling down at last 

Hear the mighty engine roar 

Speed the silver bird on high 

She's away and westward bound 

Out among 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 

Cold and drunk as I could 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.