Early Morning Rain

Early Morning Rain - Bobby Bare

Written by：Gordon Lightfoot

In the early morning rain

Without a dollar in my hand

With 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 morning rain

And no place to go

Out on runway number nine

Big seven o seven set to go

But I'm standing on the grass

Where the cold

Winds blows

But the liquid tasted good

And the women all were fast

There she goes my friend

She's rollin' down at last

Hear the mighty engines roar

See the silver bird on high

She's away and westward bound

Far above the cloud she'll fly

Where the morning rain don't fall

And the sun will always shine

She'll be flyin' o'er my home

In about three hours time

This old airport's got me down

It's no badly good to me

'Cause I'm stuck here on the ground

Cold and drunk as I can be

You can't jump a big jet plane

Like you can a nol freight train

So I'd best be on my way

In the early morning rain

So I'd best be on my way

In the early morning rain