Chorus: In the early morning rain with a dollar in my 
hand, with an achin' 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 mornin' rain, with no place to go. Out on 
runway number nine, big seven-o-seven set to go but I'm 
stuck here on the grass where them cold winds blow. Yeah, 
the liquor tasted good and the women all were fast. Ah, 
but there she goes, my friend, though she's rollin' out 
at last. Hear the mighty engines roar. See the silver 
wing on high. She's a-wingin' westward bound. High above 
the clouds she'll fly Where the morning rains don't fall 
and the sun always shines. She'll be flyin' 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. You can't jump a 
jet plane like you can a freight train. So, I best be on 
my way in the early mornin' rain.