Early Morning Rain

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Steve Forbert - Pop

Early Morning Rain

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[Verse 1] In the early mornin' rain With a dollar in my hand And an achin' 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 mornin' rain With no place to go [Verse 2] Out on runway number nine Big 707 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 And there she goes, my friend She's rollin' on at last [Verse 3] Hear the mighty engines roar See the silver wing on high She's away and wеstward bound Far above the clouds she'll fly Whеre 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 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 You 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

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  • Gordon Lightfoot