Early Mornin' Rain Lyrics - Peter, Paul & Mary

In the early mornin' 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 and I miss 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 

But I'm out here on the grass where the pavement never grows 

Well the liquor tasted good and the women all were fast 

There she goes my friend, she's rollin' down at last 

Hear the mighty engine roar, see the silver wing on high 

She's away and westward bound far above the clouds she'll fly 

Where the mornin' rain don't fall and the sun always shines 

She'll be flyin' over 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 might be 

Can't jump a jet plane like you can a freight train 

So I'd best be on my way in the early mornin' rain 

So I'd best be on my way in the early mornin' rain