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 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, o she's rolling now at last
Here the mighty engines roar, see the silver bird on high She's away and westward bound, high above the clouds she'll fly Where the early rain don't fall and the sun always shines She'll be flying o'er my home in about three hours time
This old airport's got me down, it's no earthly use 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