In the early morning rain with a dollar in my hand
And an aching in my heart and my pockets full of sand
Im a longway from home and I miss my loved one so
In the early morning rain with nowhere to go
Cut on runway number nine, big 707 set to go
Im stuck here on the grass, with the pain that ever grows
The liquor tasted good and the women all were fast
Well, there she goes, my friend, shes rolling down at last
Hear the mighty engines roar, see the silver bird on high
Shes away and westward bound, far above the cloud shell fly
Where the morning rain dont fall and the sun always shines
Shell be flying over my home in about three hours time
This old airports got me down, its no earthly good to me
Cause Im stuck here on the ground, cold and drunk as I might be
You cant hop a jet plane like you can a freight train
So Id best be on my way in the early morning rain