In the early morning rain,
with a dol lar in my hand
And 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 out here underground
Where the pavement never goes
Where the liquor tastes ain't good
And the women all work fast
There she goes, my friend,
she's a rolling gum at last
Hear the mighty engines roar,
hear the mighty engines roar
See the silver wings on high,
see the silver wings on high
On the way of western bombs,
far above the clouds she flies
Where the morning rain don't fall
And the sun always shines
She'll be flying on my home
In about three hours time
This old airport's got me down
It's no earthly good to me
Cos I'm stuck here on the ground,
cold and drunk as I might be
Can't jump, I just plane,
like a gown afraid to rain
So I'd best be on my way,
in the early morning rain
So I'd best be on my way
In the early mornin' rain