In the early morning rain
With it aching in my heart
And my pockets full of sand
In the early morning rain
Out on runway number nine,
But I'm stuck here on the ground,
where the cold winds blow
Yeah, the liquor tasted good,
and the women all were fast
Yeah, there she goes, my friend,
oh, she's rollin' out at last
Hear the mighty engines roar,
see the silver wing on high.
She's a -ringin' westward bound,
high above the cloud she'll fly.
Where the morning rain don't fall,
and 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
Cause I'm stuck here on the ground,
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't a freight train
So I'd best be on my way,
in the early morning rain
