In the early mornin' 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 missed my loved one so
In the early mornin' rain
With no place to go
Out on runway number nine
Big seven o seven set to go
Well I'm stuck here in the grass
Where the cold wind blows
Where the liquor tasted good
And the women all were fast
Well there she goes my friend
She's rolling down at last
Hear the mighty engine roar
See the silver bird on high
She's away and westward bound
For above the clouds she'll fly
Up where the mornin' rain don't fall
And where 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
'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 a freight train
So I best be on my way
In the early mornin' rain
I best be on my way
In the early mornin' rain
