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 ones so
In the early morning rain
And no place to go
Out on runway number 9
Big 707 set to go
But I'm standing on the grass
Where the cold wind blows
Well the liquor tasted good
And the women all were fast
There she goes my friend
She's a rolling now at last
Hear that 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 will always shine
She'll be flying over 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 big jet plane
Like you can an old 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