Early Morning Rain lyrics

In the early mornin' rain,

With a dollar in my hand,

With an achin' in my heart,

And my pockets full of sand.

I'm a long way from home

And I miss my loved ones so.

In the early mornin' rain

With no place to go.

Out on runway number nine

Big seven-o-seven1 set to go.

But I'm stuck here in the grass

Where the cold wind a-blows.

Now the liquor tasted good

And the women all were fast.

Well there she goes, my friend,

Well she's rollin' down at last.

Hear the mighty engines roar.

See the silver bird 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

As 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 mornin' rain.

You 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.

1. Boeing 707 jet, no longer in common service