Early Morning Rain

Early Morning Rain - Ian & Sylvia

Written 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 ways from home

And I miss my darling 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 on the ground

Where the cold winds blow

Well the liquor tasted good

And the women were all fast

There she goes my friend

Oh she's rolling now at last

Here the mighty engines roar

See the silver wing on high

She's away and westward bound

High above the clouds she'll fly

Where the morning rain don't fall

And the sun always shines

She'll be flying 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

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