Early Morning Rain

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
And I miss my darling so
In the early morning rain
I've got no place to go

Out on runway number nine
Big 707 set to go
But I'm stuck here on the ground
Where the cold winds blow

Where the liquor tasted good
And the women all were fast
There she goes, my friend
Oh, she's rolling out again

Hear the mighty engines roar
See the silver wings on high
She's away and a westward bound
High above the clouds, she'll fly

Where the morning rains don't fall
And the sun always shines
She'll be flying o'er 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
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