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 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 seven-o-seven set to go But I’m stuck here in the grass with a pain that ever
Grows
Now the liquor tasted good and the women all were fast
Well now there she goes my friend, she’s a-rolling down
At last
Hear the mighty engines 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
'Cause I’m stuck here on the ground, as cold and drunk as I can 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
The sheer poetry in this song is astoundingly beautiful. The degree to which Mr. Lightfoot makes me care about this mysterious guy watching the plane take off and hundreds of miles from his home is amazing. A genius at songwriting.
After being out on post all night in Vietnam, a posting truck picked us up. It was a light rain (Not like the torrents that came later!) I remember Mike Mills sang this song.. everyone was quiet, listening to him sing.. I remember the rain dripping off his helmet. When he finished, no one said a word... Seems like yesterday...
In the early morning rain with a dollar in my hand
With an aching in my heart and my pockets full of sand
Now, I'm a 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 a big 707's set to go
But, I'm stuck here in the grass where the cold wind blows
Now, the liquor tasted good and the women all were fast
Well, there she goes, my friend, well she's going down at last
Hear the mighty engines roar - see the silver wing on high
She's away and westward bound - far above the clouds she'll fly
There 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
And I'm stuck here on the ground as cold and drunk as I can 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
This brings memories back of being in the desert in 91 on a sandy airstrip watching the C130 fly away that had just dropped us off and it was raining too.
Canadian's are good people with a high moral sense. Worked with them on jobs in wisconsin. They stick up for one another, and know how to have fun after the work day is done.