Early Morning Rain by Peter, Paul and Mary Song Trivia
The lyrics suggest someone down on his luck, standing at an airport fence and observing the thunderous takeoff of a Boeing 707 jetliner. The song, the tale of a wistful loner watching planes take off “with an aching in my heart/ And my pockets full of sand,” captures the mood of a bittersweet reflection.
The general narrative of the song can be taken as a jet-age musical allegory to a hobo of yesteryear lurking around a railroad yard attempting to surreptitiously board and ride a freight train to get home.
Peter, Paul and Mary made a cover on "Early Mornin' Rain" in 1965 in the album "See What Tomorrow Brings", the trio's fifth studio album and under Bell Sound Studios.
The song cover of Peter, Paul and Mary hit number 91 in Billboard's Top 100 and number 13 in the Adult Contemporary Tracks.
Early Morning Rain by Peter, Paul and Mary Song Lyrics
In the early mornin' rain
With a dollar in my hand
And 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 no place to go
Out on runway number nine
Big 707 set to go
But I’m out here on the grass
Where the pavement never grows
Well, the liquor tasted good
And the women all were fast
But there she goes my friend
She is rollin' down at last
Hear the mighty engine roar
See the silver wing on high
She’s away and 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' o'er my home
In about three hours time
This old airport's got me down
It’s no earthly good to me
Coz I’m stuck here on the ground
Cold and drunk as I might be
Can’t jump a jet plane
Like I can a freight train
So I’d best be on my way
In the early mornin' rain
So I’d best be on my way
In the early morning rain
In the early mornin' rain
With a dollar in my hand
And 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 no place to go
Out on runway number nine
Big 707 set to go
But I’m out here on the grass
Where the pavement never grows
Well, the liquor tasted good
And the women all were fast
But there she goes my friend
She is rollin' down at last
Hear the mighty engine roar
See the silver wing on high
She’s away and 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' o'er my home
In about three hours time
This old airport's got me down
It’s no earthly good to me
Coz I’m stuck here on the ground
Cold and drunk as I might be
Can’t jump a jet plane
Like I can a freight train
So I’d best be on my way
In the early mornin' rain
So I’d best be on my way
In the early morning rain
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