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
With no place to go
Out on runway number nine
Big seven-o-seven set to go
While I'm stuck here on the ground
Where the chilly cold winds blow
Where the liquor tasted good
And the women all were fast
There she goes my friend
She's a rolling out at last
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
And you can't hop a big jet plane
Like you can an old freight train
So I'd best be on my way
In the early morning rain
In the early morning rain
In the early morning rain