Moxy Fruvous Early Morning Rain
Originally done by Gordon Lightfoot In the early morning rain With a dollar in my hand With an aching in my heart And my pockets full of sand I'm a long, long way from home And I miss my loved ones so In the early morning rain With no place to go. Out on runway number nine Big 707 set to go But I'm stuck here in the grass Where the cold winds blow 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 Speed the silver bird on high She's away and westward bound Out among the clouds she'll fly Where the morning rain don't fall And the sun always shines She'll be flying o'er my home In about three hours time 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 could be You 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 You 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.
