Early Morning Rain

In the early morning rain

With a dollar in my hand

And 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 morning rain

With no place to go

Out on runway number nine

Big 707 set to go

But I'm out here on the grass

Where the pavement never grows

Well, the liquor tasted good

And the women all were fast

There she goes my friend

She's rolling down at last

Hear the mighty engine roar

See the silver wing on high

She's away and westward bound

Far above the clouds shell fly

Where the morning rain don't fall

And the sun always shines

Shell 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 Im 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 Id best be on my way

In the early morning rain

So Id best be on my way

In the early morning rain