With a dollar in my hand,
And an aching in my heart,
and my pockets full of sand
I'm a long way from home,
and I miss my loved one so
In the early morning rain,
But I'm out here on the grass,
where the pavement never grows
Where the liquor tasted good,
and the women all were fast
There she goes, my friend,
she's a -rolling down at last
Hear the mighty engine roar,
see the silver wing on high
She's a -way and westward bound
for the night of sheer flight
Where morning rain don't fall,
and the sun always shines
She'll be flying on my bone,
in about three hours time
This old airport's got me down,
it's no earthly good to me
So I'll stay here on the grass,
cold and drunk as I might be
Like you can a freight train
In the early morning rain
In the early morning rain
