Written by Gordon Lightfoot
D A G6 D G6 D In the early morning rain with a dollar in my hand G6 D G6 D With an aching in my heart and my pockets full of sand G6 A D G6 D I'm a long way from home and I miss my loved ones so A G6 D G6 D In the early morning rain with no place to go D A G6 D G6 D Out on runway number nine big seven-o-seven set to go G6 D G6 D But, I'm stuck here in the grass where the cold wind blows G6 A D G6 D Now, the liquor tasted good and the women all were fast A G6 D G6 D Well, there she goes, my friend, well she's rollin now at last D A G6 D G6 D Hear the mighty engines roar - see the silver bird on high G6 D G6 D She's away and westward bound - Far above the clouds she'll fly G6 A D G6 D Where the mornin' rain don't fall and the sun always shines A G6 D G6 D She'll be flying o'er my home in about three hours time D A G6 D G6 D This old airport's got me down - it's no earthly good to me G6 D G6 D Cause I'm stuck here on the ground As cold and drunk as I can be G6 A D G6 D You can't jump a jet plane like you can a freight train A G6 D G6 D So, I'd best be on my way in the early morning rain
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