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
