Early Morning Rain

In the early morning 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 missed my loved one so

In the early morning rain

With no place to go

Out on the runway number nine

Big seven-o-seven 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'd best be on my way

In the early morning rain

Here a mighty engines roar

See the silver bird on high

She's away and westward bound

Far above my home she'll fly

Where the morning rain don't fall

And the sun always shines

She'll be flyin' past my home

In about three hours time

In the early morning 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 missed my loved one so

In the early morning rain

With no place to go

In the early morning rain

With no place to go