Early Morning Rain

In the early morning rain, with a dollar in my hands
And an aching in my heart with my pockets full of sand
I’m a long way from home and I miss my darling so
In the early morning rain, with no place to go

Out on runway number 9, big 707 set to go
But I’m stuck here on the ground where the cold winds blow
And the liquor tasted good and the women all were fast
Hey there she goes my friends, she’s rolling ‘round at last

Here the mighty engines roar see the silver bird on high
She’s away and westward bound far above the clouds she’ll fly
Where the morning rain don’t fall and the sun always shines
She’ll be flying over my home in about 3 hours time

This ol’ airport’s got me down it ain’t no earthly good to me
Cause I’m stuck here on the ground cold and drunk as I might be
You can’t jump a jet plane, like you can an ol’ freight train
So I best be on my way in the early morning rain
So I best be on my way in the early morning rain