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 darlin' so.
In the early morning rain, with no place to go.
Out on runway number nine, big 707's set to go,
But I'm stuck here on the ground, where the cold winds blow,
Where the liquor tasted good, and the women all were fast.
There she goes my friend. Oh she's rolling now at last.
Hear the mighty engines roar; see the silver bird on high.
She's away and westward bound, far above the clouds she'll fly
Where the morning 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 good to me,
'Cause I'm stuck here on the ground, cold and drunk as I can be.
(2x) You can't jump a jet plane, like you can a freight train,
So I best be on my way, in the early morning rain.
So I best be on my way, in the early morning rain.
With an aching in my heart, and my pockets full of sand,
I'm a long way from home, and I miss my darlin' so.
In the early morning rain, with no place to go.
Out on runway number nine, big 707's set to go,
But I'm stuck here on the ground, where the cold winds blow,
Where the liquor tasted good, and the women all were fast.
There she goes my friend. Oh she's rolling now at last.
Hear the mighty engines roar; see the silver bird on high.
She's away and westward bound, far above the clouds she'll fly
Where the morning 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 good to me,
'Cause I'm stuck here on the ground, cold and drunk as I can be.
(2x) You can't jump a jet plane, like you can a freight train,
So I best be on my way, in the early morning rain.
So I best be on my way, in the early morning rain.