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 and I miss my darlin' so
In the early mornin' rain with no place to go

Out on runway number nine, big 707 set to go
But I'm stuck here on the ground where the cold winds blow
Yeah, the liquor tasted good and the women all were fast
Yeah, there she goes, my friend, oh, she's rollin' now at last

Hear the mighty engines roar, see the silver wing out high
She's a wingin' westward bound, high 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 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'd 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'd best be on my way in the early mornin' rain