In the early mornin' rain
Got an achin' in my heart
And my pockets full of sand
Well I'm a long way from home
In the early mornin' rain
Out on runway number nine
But I'm stuck here on the grass
Where the pavement never goes
Where the liquor tasted good
And the women all were fast
Well, there she goes, my friend
Hear the mighty engine roar
See the silver wing on high
She's weighin' westward bound
High above the clouds she flies,
where the morning rain don't go
And the sun always shines,
she'll be flying on 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,
cold and drunk as I can be
You can't hop a jet plane,
like you can't a freight train
in the early morning rain
in the early morning rain
