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
But I'm stuck here on the ground Where the cold winds blow
Well the liquor tasted good And the women were all fast
There she goes my friend, She's rolling now at last
Here the mighty engines roar, See the silver bird on high
She's away and westward bound High above the clouds she'll fly
Where the early rain don't fall And the sun always shines
She'll be flying o'er my home In about three hours time
This old airport's got me down It's no earthly use to me
I no earthly use to me Cause I'm stuck here on the ground
Cold and drunk as I might 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 morning rain So I'd best be on my way
In the early morning rain
