Early Mornin' Rain

In the early morning rain

Without 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

With no place to go

Down 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

She's rolling now at last

Hear the mighty engines roar

See the silver wing on high

She's a wing westward bound

High 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 three hours time

This old airport's got me down

Ain't no words of good to me

'Cause 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