Written by Gordon Lightfoot
Intro: G Bm Am D7 G G Bm Am D7 G In the early mornin' rain, with a dollar in my hand, Am D7 G And an achin' in my heart, and my pocket's full of sand. G Am D7 G I'm a long way from home, and I miss my loved one so, Bm Am D7 G In the early mornin' rain, with no place to go. G Bm Am D7 G Out on runway number nine, big 707 set to go. Am D7 G But I'm out here on the grass, where the pavement never grows. Am D7 G Well the liquor tasted good, and the women all were fast. G Bm Am D7 G There she goes my friend, she's rollin' down at last. G Bm Am D7 G Hear the mighty engines roar, see the silver wing on high. G Am D7 G She's away and westward bound, far above the clouds she flies. G Am D7 G Where the mornin' rain don't fall, and the sun always shines. G Bm Am D7 G She'll be flyin' o'er my home, in about three hours time. G Bm Am D7 G This old airport's got me down, it's no earthly good to me. G Am D7 G Cause I'm stuck here on the ground, cold and drunk as I might be. G Am D7 G Can't jump a jet plane, like I can a freight train. G Bm Am D7 G So I'd best be on my way, in the early mornin' rain. G Am D7 G So I'd best be on my way, in the early mornin' rain.
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