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,Lord,I miss my loved ones soIn the early morning rain with no place to go

Out on runway number nine a big 707 set to go

And, I'm stuck here in the grass where the pavement never grows

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

Well, there she goes, my friend, she′ll be rolling down at last

Hear the mighty engines roar, see the silver wing 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

And 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