Early Morning Rain (Gordon Lightfoot cover) Testo

In the early morning 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 morning rain with no place to go

Out on runway number nine, big 707 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 rolling 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 morning rain don't fall and the sun always shines
She'll be flying over my home in about three hours time

This old airport's got me down, it's no earthly good to me
Because 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 morning rain

So I'd best be on my way in the early morning rain