In the early morning rain With a dollar in my hand With an achin in my heart And my pockets full of sand Im 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 Big seven-o-seven set to go But Im stuck here in the grass Where the cold wind blows Now the liquor tasted good And the women all were fast Well there she goes my friend Well shes rollin down at last Hear the mighty engines roar See the silver bird on high Shes away and westward bound Far above the clouds shell fly Where the mornin rain dont fall And the sun always shines Shell be flyin oer my home In about three hours time This old airports got me down Its no earthly good to me cause Im stuck here on the ground As cold and drunk as I can be You cant jump a jet plane Like you can a freight train So Id best be on my way In the early morning rain You cant jump a jet plane Like you can a freight train So Id best be on my way In the early morning rain