Early Morning Rain (1975 Version)

In the early morning 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, Lord, I miss my loved ones so

In the early morning rain with no place to go

Out on runway number nine a big seven-o-seven's set to go

And I'm stuck here in the grass with a pain that ever grows

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

There the morning 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

And 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 morning 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 morning rain