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 ways from home And I miss my darling 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 Oh she's rolling now at last
Here the mighty engines roar See the silver wing on high She's away and westward bound High above the clouds she'll fly Where the morning rain don't fall And the sun always shines 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 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
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