In the early Morning Rain
In the early morning rain with a dollar in my hand
With an aching in my heart and a pocket full of sand
I'm a long way from home and I miss 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 cold winds they do blow
Where whiskey it was boss and the women they were fine
Well now there she goes my friend, now there she's rolling down the line

Hear the mighty engines roar, see the silver bird on high
She's away and westward bound, far above the clouds she'll fly
There the morning rain don't fall and the sun always shines
She'll be flying over my home in about three hours time

This old airport's got me down it ain't no earthy good to me
Because 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 railroad train
So I'd best be on my way in the early morning rain

So I'd best be on my way, in the early morning rain.