Karaoké Early Morning Rain Gordon Lightfoot

In the early morning rain with a dollar in my hand

With an achin' 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 big seven-o-seven set to go

And I'm stuck here in the grass with a pain that ever grows

Oh the liquor tasted good and the women all were fast

Well now there she goes my friend she'll be rolling down at last

Hear the mighty engines roar see the silver wing on high

She's a winging westward bound far above the clouds she'll fly

Where the morning 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

And 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 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 best be on my way in the early morning rain