Early Mornin' Rain
                Gordon Lightfoot
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In the early mornin' rain, with a dollar in my hand,
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With an achin' in my heart, and my pockets full of sand.
                    Dm                             C
I'm a long way from home, and I miss my loved ones so,
                     G          F           C
In the early mornin' rain, with no place to go.


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Out on runway number nine, big seven-o-seven set to go,
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But I'm stuck here in the grass, where the cold wind blows.
                      Dm                           C
Now the liquor tasted good, and the women all were fast,
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Well there she goes, my friend, she's rollin' now at last.


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Hear the mighty engines roar, see the silver bird on high,
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She's away and westward bound, far above the clouds she'll fly,
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Where the mornin' rain don't fall, and the sun always shines,
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She'll be flying o'er 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,
                             Dm      F                          C
'Cause I'm stuck here on the ground, as cold and drunk as I can be.
                     Dm                            C
You can't jump a jet plane, like you can a freight train,
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So I'd best be on my way, in the early mornin' rain.


C                    G            F            C
In the early mornin' rain, with a dollar in my hand,
                     Dm     F                      C
With an achin' in my heart, and my pockets full of sand
                    Dm                             C
I'm a long way from home, and I miss my loved ones so,
                     G          F           C
In the early mornin' rain, with no place to go.