Early Morning Rain / Eva Cassidy In the early mornin' rain with a dollar in my handAnd an aching in my heart, and my pockets full of sandI'm a long way from home, and I miss my loved one soIn the early mornin' rain with no place to go. Out on runway number nine, big seven-o-seven set to goBut I'm out here on the grass where the pavement never growsWell the liquor tasted good and the women all ..