Peter, Paul and Mary
Early Morning Rain (Gordon Lightfoot cover)
In the early morning rain with a dollar in my handAnd an aching in my heart, and my pockets full of sandI'm a long way from home, and I miss my loved one soIn the early morning rain with no place to goOut on runway number nine, big 707 set to goBut I'm out here on the grass where the pavement never growsWell, the liquor tasted good and the women all were fastThere she goes my friend, she's rolling down at lastHear the mighty engine roar, see the silver wing on highShe's away and westward bound far above the clouds she'll flyWhere the morning rain don't fall and the sun always shinesShe'll be flying over my home in about three hours timeThis old airport's got me down, it's no earthly good to meBecause I'm stuck here on the ground, cold and drunk as I might beCan't jump a jet plane like you can a freight trainSo I'd best be on my way in the early morning rainSo I'd best be on my way in the early morning rain
From Letras Mania