Early mornin' rain
In the early morning rain with a dollar in my handAnd an aching in my heart and my pockets full of sandI'm a long way from home and I miss my loved one soIn the early morning rain with nowhere to go.
Cut on runway number nine, big 707 set to goI'm stuck here on the ground, where the cold winds blowThe liquor tasted good and the women all were fastThere she goes, my friend, she's rolling down at last.
Hear the mighty engines roar, see the silver bird on highShe's away and westward bound, far above the clouds she'll flyWhere the morning rain don't fall and the sun always shinesShe'll be flying over my home in about three hours time.
This old airport's got me down, it's no earthly good to meBecause I'm stuck here on the ground, cold and drunks as I might beYou can't hop a jet plane like you can a freight trainSo I'd best be on my way in the early morning rain.