in the early morning rain with a dollar in my hand
with an aching in my heart and my pockets 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
and i'm stuck here on the grass where the cold winds blow
well
the liquor tasted good and the time went fast
well
there she goes my friend
there she's rolling now at last
hear the mighty engines roar
see the silver bird on high
she's away and westward bound
far above the clouds she'll fly
where the morning rain don't fall and the sun always shines
she'll be flying over my home in about three hours time
well
this old airport's got me down
it ain't no earthly good to me
'cause i'm stuck here on the ground
this cold and drunk as i can be
you can't jump the jet plane like i can a freight train
so i'd best be on my way in the early morning rain