Early Mornin' Rain Bob Dylan
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In the early morning [G]rain with a dollar in my [C]hand
And an aching in my [Dm]heart and my [G]pockets full of [C]sand
I'm a long way from [Dm]home and I [G]miss my love one [C]so
In the early morning [G]rain with nowhere to [C]go.
[G] [C]
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 are fast
There she goes my friend, she's rolling down at last.
[G] [C] [Dm] [G] [C]
Hear the mighty engines roar, see the silver bird on high
She's away and westward bound far above the clouds she'll fly
Where the morning rain don't fall and the sun always shines
She'll be flying over my home in about three hours' time.
[G] [C] [Dm] [G] [C]
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
You can't hop a jetplane like you can a freight train
So I'd best be on my [Dm]way[G] in the early morning [C]rain.
Tabbed by Eyolf Ã?strem - dylanchords.info
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