Early Morning Rain (feat. Buck Meek)

In the early morning rain with a dollar in my hand And an aching in my heart and pockets full of sand I'm a long way from home and I miss my loved ones so In the early morning rain with no place to go Out on runway number nine a big 707's set to go But, I'm stuck here on the grass where the cold wind blows Where the liquor tasted good and the women all were fast There she goes, my friend, she's rolling down at last Hear the mighty engines roar, see the silver bird on high She's away and westward bound Far above thе clouds she'll fly Where thе morning rain don't fall and the sun it always shines She'll be flying over 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 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