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
An d I miss my loved one so
In the early morning rain
With no place to go
Out on runway number nine
Big 707 said to Joe
That 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
She's rollin' down at last
Hear the mighty engine roar
See the silver
burn on the eye
She's a -wayin' westward bound
And high above the
clouds she'll fly
Up where the morning rain don't fall
An d where the sun
always shines
She'll be flyin' on my home
In about three hours time
This old airport's got me down
It's no earthly good to me
Stuck here on the ground
Cold and drunk as I might 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
I best be on my way
In the early mornin' rain