Early Morning Rain

Early Morning Rain

    In the early mornin' rain
    With a dollar in my hand
    With an aching in my heart
    And my -pockets full of sand
    I'm a long ways from home
    And I missed my loved one so
    In the early mornin' rain
    With no place to go
    Out on runway No. 9
    Big 707 set to go
    And I'm stuck here on the grass
    Where the cold winds blow
    Where the liquor tasted good
    And the time went fast
    Well, there she goes, my friend
    There she's rolling out at last
    Hear the mighty engines roar
    See the silver bird on high
    She's away and westward bound
    Far above the cloud she'll fly
    Where the mornin' rain don't fall
    And the sun always shines
    She'll be flying over my home
    In about three hours time
    Well, this old airports got me down
    It ain't no earthly good to me
    'Cause I'm stuck here on the ground
    Cold and lonely as I can be
    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 mornin' rain
    So I'd best be on my way
    In the early mornin' rain