Early Morning Rain

In the early mornin' 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

Lord I miss my loved one so

In the early mornin' rain

With no place to go



Out on runway number nine

Big 707 set to go

And I'm stuck here in the grass

With a pain that ever grows

Now the liquor tasted good

And the women all look fast

And now there she goes my friend

She be rollin' down at last



Hear the mighty engines roar

See the silver wing on high

She's away and westward bound

Far above the clouds she'll fly

Where the mornin' rain don't fall

And the sun always shines

She'll be flyin' o'er my home

In about three hours time



This ol' airport's got me down

It's no earthly good to me

And I'm stuck here on the ground

As 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



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