Song | Early Mornin' Rain |
Artist | Elvis Presley |
Album | Elvis Now |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Lyrics:Gordon Lightfoot Music:Gordon Lightfoot | |
In the early mornin' rain | |
With a dollar in my hand | |
And an aching in my heart | |
And my -pockets full of sand | |
I'm a long ways from home | |
And I missed my loved one so | |
In the early mornin' rain | |
With no place to go | |
Out on runway number nine | |
Big 707 set to go | |
Well I'm out here on the grass | |
Where the pavement never grows | |
Where the liquor tasted good | |
And the women all were fast | |
There she goes my friend | |
She's rolling out at last | |
Hear the mighty engines roar | |
See the silver wing on high | |
She's away and westward bound | |
For above the clouds she flies | |
Where the mornin' rain don't fall | |
And the sun always shines | |
She'll be flying over my home | |
In about three hours time | |
This ol' 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 might be | |
Can't jump a jet plane | |
Like you can a freight train | |
So I best be on my way | |
In the early mornin' rain | |
So I best be on my way | |
In the early mornin' rain | |
So I best be on my way | |
In the early mornin' rain |
Lyrics: Gordon Lightfoot Music: Gordon Lightfoot | |
In the early mornin' rain | |
With a dollar in my hand | |
And an aching in my heart | |
And my pockets full of sand | |
I' m a long ways from home | |
And I missed my loved one so | |
In the early mornin' rain | |
With no place to go | |
Out on runway number nine | |
Big 707 set to go | |
Well I' m out here on the grass | |
Where the pavement never grows | |
Where the liquor tasted good | |
And the women all were fast | |
There she goes my friend | |
She' s rolling out at last | |
Hear the mighty engines roar | |
See the silver wing on high | |
She' s away and westward bound | |
For above the clouds she flies | |
Where the mornin' rain don' t fall | |
And the sun always shines | |
She' ll be flying over my home | |
In about three hours time | |
This ol' 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 might be | |
Can' t jump a jet plane | |
Like you can a freight train | |
So I best be on my way | |
In the early mornin' rain | |
So I best be on my way | |
In the early mornin' rain | |
So I best be on my way | |
In the early mornin' rain |
Lyrics: Gordon Lightfoot Music: Gordon Lightfoot | |
In the early mornin' rain | |
With a dollar in my hand | |
And an aching in my heart | |
And my pockets full of sand | |
I' m a long ways from home | |
And I missed my loved one so | |
In the early mornin' rain | |
With no place to go | |
Out on runway number nine | |
Big 707 set to go | |
Well I' m out here on the grass | |
Where the pavement never grows | |
Where the liquor tasted good | |
And the women all were fast | |
There she goes my friend | |
She' s rolling out at last | |
Hear the mighty engines roar | |
See the silver wing on high | |
She' s away and westward bound | |
For above the clouds she flies | |
Where the mornin' rain don' t fall | |
And the sun always shines | |
She' ll be flying over my home | |
In about three hours time | |
This ol' 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 might be | |
Can' t jump a jet plane | |
Like you can a freight train | |
So I best be on my way | |
In the early mornin' rain | |
So I best be on my way | |
In the early mornin' rain | |
So I best be on my way | |
In the early mornin' rain |