Chad and Jeremy - Early Mornin' Rain lyrics

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 way from home And I miss my loved one so In the early morning rain With no place to go Down on runway number nine Big seven-o-seven set to go And I'm stuck here on the gra** Where the cold winds blow Well the liquor tasted good And the time went fast There she goes my friend There she's rolling now at last Hear the mighty engines roar See the silver bird on high She's away and westward bound Far above the clouds she'll fly Where the morning rain don't fall And the sun always shines She'll be flying o'er my home In about three hours time Well this old airport's got me down It ain't no earthly good to me 'Cause I'm stuck here on the ground Cold and lonely 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 morning rain So I'd best be on my way In the early morning rain