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 is set to go
While I'm stuck here on the ground,
where the cold winds blow
Where the liquor tasted good,
and the women were all fast
Well, there she goes, my friend,
she's rolling at last
Hear the mighty engines roar,
see the silver bird on high
She's a -wayin' westward bound,
far above the clouds she'll fly
Where the mornin' rain don't fall,
an d the sun always shines
She'll be flying all my home
In about three hours'
time
This old airport's got me down
It's no earthly good to me
While I'm stuck here on the ground
As 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 morning rain