(Gordon Lightfoot)
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In the early morning rain with a dollar in my hand, with an achin' in my heart and my pockets full of sand.
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I'm a long way from home and I miss my darlin' so. In the early mornin' rain, with no place to go.
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Out on runway number nine, big seven-o-seven set to go but I'm stuck here on the grass where them cold winds blow.
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Yeah, the liquor tasted good and the women all were fast. Ah, but there she goes, my friend, though she's rollin' out at last.
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Hear the mighty engines roar. See the silver wing on high. She's a-wingin' westward bound. High above the clouds she'll fly
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Where the morning rains don't fall and the sun always shines. She'll be flyin' 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 'cause I'm stuck here on the ground cold and drunk as I can be.
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You can't jump a jet plane like you can a freight train. So, I best be on my way in the early mornin' rain.
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Early Mornin' Rain
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| The Kingston Trio |
