🎶 Early Mornin' Rain

Tone chuan Bb. Capo 3 choi G
Intro: [Db] [A#m] [Bb] [D7] [Db]
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[Db]In the early mornin' [A#m]rain, [Bb] with a [D7]dollar in my [Db]hand,
And an achin' in my [Bb]heart, [D7]and my pocket's full of [Db]sand.
[Db]I'm a long way from [Bb]home, [D7]and I miss my loved one [Db]so,
In the early mornin' [A#m]rain, [Bb] [D7]with no place to [Db]go.


[Db]Out on runway number [A#m]nine, [Bb] [D7]big 707 set to [Db]go.
But I'm out here on the [Bb]grass, [D7]where the pavement never [Db]grows.
Well the liquor tasted [Bb]good, [D7]and the women all were [Db]fast.
[Db]There she goes my [A#m]friend, [Bb] [D7]she's rollin' down at [Db]last.


[Db]Hear the mighty engines [A#m]roar, [Bb] [D7]see the silver wing on [Db]high.
[Db]She's away and westward [Bb]bound, [D7]far above the clouds she [Db]flies.
[Db]Where the mornin' rain don't [Bb]fall, [D7]and the sun always [Db]shines.
[Db]She'll be flyin' o'er my [A#m]home, [Bb] [D7]in about three hours [Db]time.


[Db]This old airport's got me [A#m]down, [Bb] [D7]it's no earthly good to [Db]me.
[Db]Cause I'm stuck here on the [Bb]ground, [D7]cold and drunk as I might [Db]be.
[Db]Can't jump a jet [Bb]plane, [D7]like I can a freight [Db]train.
[Db]So I'd best be on my [A#m]way, [Bb] [D7]in the early mornin' [Db]rain.
[Db]So I'd best be on my [Bb]way, [D7]in the early mornin' [Db]rain.⠀⠀