Lightfoot!

Oh Linda you done me wrong I'm gonna sing you a goodbye song Sing a song that's most unkind I ain't even gonna try to change your mind Oh Linda you made me grieve I feel like I could die Look out baby the moon is falling Down from your sky Oh gal don

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 seven o seven