Early Morning Rain (Acoustic)

In the early mornin' rain

With a dollar in my hand

And an achin' in my heart

And my pockets full of sand

I'm a long way from home

And I miss my loved ones so

In the early mornin' rain

With 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

You can't jump a jet plane

Like you can a freight train

So I best be on my way

In the early mornin' rain

Hear her mighty engines roar

See the silver bird on high

She's away and westward bound

Far above my home she'll fly

Where the mornin' rain don't fall

And the sun always shines

She'll be flyin' past my home

In about three hours time

In the early mornin' rain

With a dollar in my hand

And an achin' in my heart

And my pockets full of sand

I'm a long way from home

And I miss my loved ones so

In the early mornin' rain

With no place to go

In the early mornin' rain

With no place to go