Written by Gordon Lightfoot
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In the early morning rain with a dollar in my hand
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With an aching in my heart and my pockets full of sand
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I'm a long way from home and I miss my loved ones so
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In the early morning rain with no place to go
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Out on runway number nine big seven-o-seven set to go
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But, I'm stuck here in the grass where the cold wind blows
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Now, the liquor tasted good and the women all were fast
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Well, there she goes, my friend, well she's rollin now at last
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Hear the mighty engines roar - see the silver bird on high
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She's away and westward bound - Far above the clouds she'll fly
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Where the mornin' rain don't fall and the sun always shines
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She'll be flying o'er my home in about three hours time
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This old airport's got me down - it's no earthly good to me
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Cause I'm stuck here on the ground As cold and drunk as I can be
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You can't jump a jet plane like you can a freight train
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So, I'd best be on my way in the early morning rain
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