Early Morning Rain

In the early morning rain

With a dollar in my hand

With an achin in my heart

And my pockets full of sand

Im 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

Big seven-o-seven set to go

But Im 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 shes rollin down at last

Hear the mighty engines roar

See the silver bird on high

Shes away and westward bound

Far above the clouds shell fly

Where the mornin rain dont fall

And the sun always shines

Shell be flyin oer my home

In about three hours time

This old airports got me down

Its no earthly good to me

cause Im stuck here on the ground

As cold and drunk as I can be

You cant jump a jet plane

Like you can a freight train

So Id best be on my way

In the early morning rain

You cant jump a jet plane

Like you can a freight train

So Id best be on my way

In the early morning rain