Bob Dylan Early Mornin` Rain Lyrics

Early Mornin` Rain Lyrics

In the early mornin' rain

With a dollar in my hand

An achin' in my heart

And my pockets full of sand



I'm a long way from home

And I missed my loved one so

In the early mornin' rain

With nowhere to go



Out on runway number nine

Big 707 set to go

I'm stuck here on the ground

Where the cold winds blow



The liquor tasted good

And the women all were fast

There she goes my friend

She's a rollin' down at last



Here the mighty engine's roar

See the silver bird on high

She's away in 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' over my home

In about three hours time



This old airports 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



You can't hop a jet plane

Like you can a freight train

So I best be on my way

In the early mornin' rain