Early Morning Rain

In the early morning rain with a dollar in my hand

With an achin' in my heart and my pockets full of sand

I'm a long way from home and I miss my darlin' so

In the early mornin' rain, with no place to go



Out on runway number nine, big seven-o-seven set to go

But I'm stuck here on the grass where them cold winds blow

Yeah, the liquor tasted good and the women all were fast

Ah, but there she goes, my friend, though she's rollin' out at last



Hear the mighty engines roar, see the silver wing on high

She's a-wingin' westward bound, high above the clouds

She'll fly where the morning rains don't fall and the sun always shines

She'll be flyin' o'er 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 best be on my way in the early mornin' rain