G In the early mornin' r Hmi ain w Ami ith a d D ollar in my h G and
and an aching in my h Ami eart D and my pockets full of s G and
I'm a long way from h Ami ome D and I miss my loved one s G o
in the early mornin' r Hmi ain w Ami ith n D o place to g G o.
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 rollin' down at last.
Hear the mighty engine roar see the silver wing 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.
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 mornin' rain
s G o I'd best be on my w Ami ay D in the early mornin' r G ain.
Peter, Paul And Mary
