In the early morning rain with a dollar in my hand

With an aching in my heart and my pockets full of sand

Now, 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 number nine a big 707's set to go

But, I'm stuck here in the grass where the cold wind blows

Now, the liquor tasted good and the women all were fast

Well, there she goes, my friend, well she's going down 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



There 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 as cold and drunk as I can 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