Early Mornin' Rain Songtext
von Chad & Jeremy

Lightfoot


In the early morning rain
With a dollar in my hand
With an aching in my heart
And my pockets full of sand
I′m a long way from home
And I miss my loved one so
In the early morning rain
With no place to go
Down on runway number nine
Big seven-o-seven set to go
And I'm stuck here on the grass
Where the cold winds blow
Well the liquor tasted good
And the time went fast
There she goes my friend
There she′s rolling now at last
Hear the mighty engines roar
See the silver bird on high
She's away and westward bound
Far above the clouds she'll fly
Where the morning rain don′t fall
And the sun always shines
She′ll be flying o'er my home
In about three hours time
Well this old airport′s got me down
It ain't no earthly good to me
′Cause I'm stuck here on the ground
Cold and lonely as I can be
You can′t jump a jet plane
Like you can a freight train
So I'd best be on my way
In the early morning rain
So I'd best be on my way
In the early morning rain