In the early morning rain
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With a dollar in my hand
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With an achin' in my heart
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And my pockets full of sand
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I'm a long way from home
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And I miss my loved ones so
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In the early morning rain
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With no place to go
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Out on runway number nine
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Big seven-o-seven set to go
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And I'm stuck here in the grass
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With a pain that ever grows
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Now the liquor tasted good
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And the women all were fast
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Well there she goes my friend
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She'll be rollin' down at last
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Hear the mighty engines roar
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See the silver wing on high
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She's away and westward bound
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Far above the clouds she'll fly
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Where the mornin' rain don't fall
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And the sun always shines
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She'll be flyin' o'er my home
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In about three hours time
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This old airport's got me down
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It's no earthly good to me
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And I'm stuck here on the ground
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As cold and drunk as I can be
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You can't jump a jet plane
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Like you can a freight train
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So I'd best be on my way
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In the early morning rain
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You can't jump a jet plane
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Like you can a freight train
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So I'd best be on my way
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In the early morning rain
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Early Mornin' Rain
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| Gordon Lightfoot |
