Paul Weller

^{G Bm Am D7 G
G} In the early mornin' ^Bm rain, ^Am with a ^D7 dollar in my ^G hand,
And an achin' in my ^Am heart, ^D7 and my pocket's full of ^G sand.
^G I'm a long way from ^Am home, ^D7 and I miss my loved one ^G so,
In the early mornin' ^Bm rain, ^{Am D7} with no place to ^G go.
^G Out on runway number ^Bm nine, ^Am b ^D7 ig 707 set to ^G go.
But I'm out here on the ^Am grass, ^D7 where the pavement never ^G grows.
Well the liquor tasted g ^Am ood, ^D7 and the women all were ^G fast.
^G There she goes my fri ^Bm end, ^Am s ^D7 he's rollin' down at ^G last.
^G Hear the mighty engines ^Bm roar, ^{Am D7} see the silver wing on ^G high.
^G She's away and westward ^Am bound, ^D7 far above the clouds she ^G flies.
^G Where the mornin' rain don't ^Am fall, ^D7 and the sun always ^G shines.
^G She'll be flyin' o'er my ^Bm home, ^{Am D7} in about three hours ^G time.
^G This old airport's got me ^Bm down, ^{Am D7} it's no earthly good to ^G me.
^G Cause I'm stuck here on the ^Am ground, ^D7 cold and drunk as I might ^G be.
^G Can't jump a jet ^Am plane, ^D7 like I can a freight ^G train.
^G So I'd best be on my ^Bm way, ^{Am D7} in the early mornin' ^G rain.
^G So I'd best be on my ^Am way, ^D7 in the early mornin' ^G rain.