Early Mornin' Rain - Gordon Lightfoot
    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 love one so
    In the early morning rain with nowhere to go.

    Out on highway number nine big 7O7 set to go
    I'm struck here on the ground where the cold winds blow
    The liquor tasted good and the women all are fast
    There she goes my friend, she's rolling down at last.

    Hear the mighty engine roar, see the silver bid on high
    She's away an' westward bound far above the cloud she'll fly
    Where the morning rain don't fall and the sun always shines
    She'll be flying over my home in about two hour's time.

    This old airport's got me down, it's no earthly good to me
    'Cause i'm struck here on the ground cold and drunk as i might be
    You can't hop a jetplane like you can a freight train
    So i'd best be on my way in the early morning rain.


    Marco Giunco
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