In the early mornin’ rain
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 mornin’ rain
with no place to go
Out on runway number nine,
big seven o seven set to go
But I’m out here on the grass
where the pavement never grows
Well the liquor tasted good
and the women all were fast
There she goes my friend,
she’s rollin’ down at last
Hear the mighty engine roar,
see the silver wing on high
She’s away and westward bound
far above the clouds she’ll fly
Where the mornin’ rain don’t fall
and the sun always shines
She’ll be flyin’ over 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 might be
Can’t jump a jet plane
like you can 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
