Early Mornin' Rain

In the early mornin' rain With a dollar in my hand An achin' 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 nowhere to go Out on runway number nine Big 707 set to go I'm stuck here on the ground Where the cold winds blow The liquor tasted good And the women all were fast There she goes my friend She's a rollin' down at last Here the mighty engine's roar See the silver bird on high She's away in westward bound Far above the clouds she'll fly Where the mornin' rain don't fall And the sun always shines She'll be flyin' over my home In about three hours time This old airports 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 hop a jet plane Like you can a freight train So I best be on my way In the early mornin' rain