Early Morning Rain Peter, Paul and Mary
[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] [D7]big 707 set to [G]go.
But I'm out here on the [Am]grass, [D7]where the cold wind [G]blows.
Well the liquor tasted g[Am]ood, [D7]and the women all were [G]fast.
[G]There she goes my fri[Bm]end, [Am] [D7]She's rollin' down at [G]last.
[G]Hear the mighty engines [Bm]roar, [Am] [D7]see the silver bird 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]You 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.
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