Early Morning Rain

In the early mornin' rain, with a dollar in my hand

With an aching in my heart and my pockets full of sand

I'm a long way from home and I miss my loved one so

In the early mornin' rain, with no place to go

Out on runway number nine, big seven-oh-seven set to go

But I'm stuck here on the grass where the cold wind a'blows

Now the liquor tasted good and the women all were fast

Well, there she goes, my friend, she'll be rolling down at last

Hear the mighty engines 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 flying over my home in about three hours time

This old airport's got me down, it's no earthly good to me

'Cause I'm stuck here on the ground, as cold and drunk as I can be

You can't jump a jet plane, like you can a freight train

So I'd best be on my way in the early mornin' rain

You can't jump a jet plane, like you can a freight train

So I'd best be on my way in the early mornin' rain