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 ones so In the early morning rain With no place to go Out on runway number nine Big 707 set to go But I'm stuck here in the grass Where the cold winds blow Now the liquor tasted good And the men all were fast Well there she goes my friend She's rolling down at last Hear the mighty engines roar See the silver bird on high Well she's away and westward bound Far above the clouds she'll fly But the morning rain don't fall And the sun always shines She'll be flying over my home In about three hours time This whole airport's got me down It's no earthly good to me No, no, no Cause I'm stuck here on the ground As cold and drunk as I can be You can't jump a jet plane, no Like you can a freight train So I'd best be on my way In the early morning rain I'd best be on my way In the early morning rain