Early Morning Rain taby ukulele według Gordon Lightfoot

D  G  A  G  D  G  D
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In the early morning rain with a dollar in my hand
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With an aching in my heart and my pockets full of sand
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I'm a long way from home and I miss my loved ones so
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In the early morning rain with no place to go


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Out on runway number nine, big seven-o-seven set to go
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But I'm stuck here in the grass with a pain that evergrows
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Now the liquor tasted good and the women all were fast
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Well now there she goes my friend, she's a-rolling down at last


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Hear the mighty engines roar, see the silver wing on high
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She's away and westward bound, far above the clouds she'll fly
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Where the morning rain don't fall and the sun always shines
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She'll be flying over my home in about three hours time


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This old airport's got me down, it's no earthly good to me
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'Cause I'm stuck here on the ground, as cold and drunk as I can be
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You can't jump a jet plane like you can a freight train
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So I'd best be on my way in the early morning rain