Peter, Paul and Mary - Early Mornin' Rain (акк) | Текст песни и Аккорды

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Peter, Paul, and Mary

Key is actually in Bb, but can be played in G with capo on third fret.

CAPO UP 3
Intro
G Bm Am D7 G

G Bm Am D7 G
In the early mornin' rain, with a dollar in my hand,
Am D7 G
And an achin' in my heart, and my pocket's full of sand.
G Am D7 G
I'm a long way from home, and I miss my loved one so,
Bm Am D7 G
In the early mornin' rain, with no place to go.

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

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

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

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In the early mornin' rain
With a dollar in my hand
And an aching in my heart
And my -pockets full of sand
I'm a long ways 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
Well I'm out here on the grass
Where the pavement never grows
Where the liquor tasted good
And the women all were fast
There she goes my friend
She's rolling out at last

Hear the mighty engines roar
See the silver wing on high
She's away and westward bound
For above the clouds she flies
Where the mornin' rain don't fall
And the sun always shines
She'll be flying over my home
In about three hours time

This ol' 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
Can't jump a jet plane
Like you can a freight train
So I best be on my way
In the early mornin' rain
So I best be on my way
In the early mornin' rain
So I best be on my way
In the early mornin' rain