Gordon Lightfoot - In The Early Mornin' Rain lyrics

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