Early Morning Rain (Gordon Lightfoot) Songtext
von Gordon Lightfoot

In the early mornin′ rain with a dollar in my hand
With an achin' in my heart and my pockets full of sand
I′m a long way from home, Lord, I miss my loved ones so
In the early mornin' rain with no place to go

Out on runway number nine, big 707 set to go
And I'm stuck here in the grass where the pavement never grows
Now the liquor tasted good, and the women all were fast
Well now there she goes, my friend, she′ll be rollin′ down at last


Hear the mighty engines roar, see the silver wing on high
She's away and westward bound, far above the clouds she′ll fly
There the mornin' rain don′t fall, and the sun always shines
She'll be flyin′ over my home in about three hours' time

This old airport's got me down, it′s no earthly good to me
And I′m stuck here on the ground as cold and drunk as I can 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
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