Early Morning Rain

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

And I'm stuck here on the grass where the cold winds blow

Well, the liquor tasted good and the time went fast

Well, there she goes my friend, there 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 over my home in about three hours time

Well, this old airport's got me down, it ain't no earthly good to me

'Cause I'm stuck here on the ground, this cold and drunk as I can be

You can't jump the jet plane like I can a freight train

So I'd best be on my way in the early morning rain