Early Morning Rain
Words and Music by Gordon Lightfoot


In the early morning rain
With a dollar in my hand
And an achin’ in my heart,and my pockets full of sand
I’m a long way from home
Lord I miss my loved ones so
In the early morning rain
With no place to go

Out on runway number 9, big 707 set to go
While I’m stuck here on the ground
Where the cold wind blows
Well the liquor tasted good
And the women all were fast
Well there she goes my friend
She’ll be rollin’ down at last

Hear the mighty engines roar
See the silver wing on high
She’s away and westward bound
Far above the clouds she’ll fly
Where the mornin’ rain don’t fall
And the sun always shines
She’ll be flyin o’er my home
In about three hours time

This old airport’s got me down
Ain’t no early good to me
While I’m stuck here on the ground
Cold and drunk as I might be
You can’t jump a jet plane
Like a can a freight train
So I’d best be on my way
In the early mornin’ rain

You can’t jump a jet plane
Like you can a freight train
So I’d best be on my way
In the early mornin’ rain

©Early Morning Music, ASCAP