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Lyrics by: Gordon Lightfoot
# Debut Chart
91 Oct '65 Hot 100

Lyrics

In the early mornin` rain with a dollar in my hand And 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 mornin` rain with no place to go. Out on runway number nine, big seven-o-seven set to go But I`m out here on the grass where the pavement never grows Well the liquor tasted good and the women all were fast There she goes my friend, she`s rollin` down at last. Hear the mighty engine 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`re 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 might be. 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. So I`d best be on my way in the early mornin` rain.

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