Lyrics Early Mornin' Rain - Peter, Paul and Mary

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 loved one 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 out here on the grass where the pavement never grows
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, see the silver wing on high (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 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 might be
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

So I'd best be on my way in the early morning rain