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 one so
In the early mornin' rain
With no place to go

Out on runway number nine
Big 707 set to roll
But I'm stuck here on the ground
Where the pavement never grows

The liquor tasted good
And the women all were fast
Well there she goes, my friend
She's movin' out at last

Hear the mighty engines roar
See the silver wings on high
She's away and westward bound
High 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.

This old airport's got me down
Ain't no earthly good to me
'Cause I'm stuck here on the ground
Cold and drunk as I might be

You can't hop a jet plane
The way you can a freight train
So I'll just be on my way
In the early mornin' rain

You can't hop a jet plane
The way you can a freight train
So I'll just be on my way
In the early mornin' rain
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In The Early Mornin' Rain Lyrics

Gordon Lightfoot – In The Early Mornin' Rain Lyrics