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 ones so

In the early morning rain with no place to go



Out on runway No 9 big 7-0-7 set to go

But I'm standin' on the grass where the cold winds blow

Where the liquor tasted good and the women all were fast

There she goes my friend she's a 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 shine

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 as cold and drunk as I can be

You can't jump a big jet plane like you can an old freight train

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

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