Early Mornin' Rain                                
(Gordon Lightfoot)                                
                                                  
(starts on 'G')                                   
                                                  
 In the early mornin' rain,   with a dollar       
in my hand. With an achin' 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 mornin' rain   and no place to go.          
                                                  
 Out on runway number nine,   big                 
seven-o-seven set to go Well I'm standin' on the  
grass   where the cold wind blows Well, the       
liquor tasted good   and the women were all       
fast Well there she goes, my friend,  she's       
rollin' now at last                               
                                                  
 Hear the might engines roar,   see the           
silver bird on high She's away and westward       
bound,  far above the clouds she'll fly Where     
the mornin' rain don't fall,   and the sun        
always shines She'll be flyin' o'er my home       
  in about three hours' time.                     
                                                  
 Well this old airport's go 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 best be on my way,  in the     
early mornin' rain