Gordon Lightfoot
Early Morning Rain
In the early morning rain
With a dollar in my hand
With an aching in my heart
My old pocket's full o' sand
I'm a long way from home
God, I miss my loved one so
In the early mornin' rain, with no place to go
Down on runway number nine
747 set to go
But I'm stuck here on the ground
Where the cold wind blows
Well, the liquor tasted good
And the women were fast
Well there she goes, my friend
She's a-rollin' out at last
Hear the mighty engines roar
See the silver bird on high
It's away and westward bound
Far above the clouds she'll fly
Well, the mornin' rain don't pour
And the sun always shines
You'll be flying o'er my home
In about an hour's time
This old airport's gotten me down
God it ain't no earthly good to me
Cause I'm stuck here on the ground
Cold and drunk as I can be
Yes, you can't hop an old jet plane
Huh, like an old freight train
So I guess I better be on my way
In the early morning rain
Hear the mighty engines roar
See the silver bird on high
She's away and westward bound
Oh, above the clouds she'll fly
Well, the morning rain don't fall
And the sun always shine
There she goes, my friend
Think about it, darlin'
Yes, I'm the Killer
But I sure do dread them motherhumpin' planes
But, here I go again
In the early morning rain
I'm walking down the road
Got my ol' ragged suitcase in my hand
You can have a big jet plane
I can count on an old freight train
God, what in the world is a poor boy like the Killer gon' do?
Here I go again
Looks a-like the rest of my days'll be blue
Well, the liquor tasted good
The women, they were fast
Look at that old plane, it's rollin'
Oh, it's takin' off mighty fast
Oh, what am I gon' do now?
Keep walkin' down that old road