verse 1
In the early mornin' 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 one so
In the early mornin' rain with no place to go
With an achin' in my heart and my pockets full of sand
I'm a long way from home, Lord I miss my loved one so
In the early mornin' rain with no place to go
verse 2
Out on runway number nine, big 707 set to go
And I'm stuck here in the grass with a pain that ever grows
Now the liquor tasted good and the women all look fast
And now there she goes my friend, she be rollin' down at last
And I'm stuck here in the grass with a pain that ever grows
Now the liquor tasted good and the women all look fast
And now there she goes my friend, she be rollin' down at last
verse 3
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 mornin' rain don't fall and the sun always shines
She'll be flyin' o'er my home in about three hours time
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' o'er my home in about three hours time
verse 4
This ol' 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 mornin' rain
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 mornin' rain
outro
You can't jump a jet plane, like you can a freight train
So I best be on my way in the early mornin' rain
So I best be on my way in the early mornin' rain
song info:
Verified yes
LanguageEnglish
GenreEthnic/Folk
Rank−
Duration00:03:08
Charts
Copyright ©Warner Chappell Music
WriterGordon Lightfoot
Lyrics licensed byLyricFind
Added
Last updatedSeptember 28th, 2022
About