Early Mornin' Rain
In the early mornin' rainWith a dollar in my handAnd an aching in my heartAnd my -pockets full of sandI'm a long ways from homeAnd I missed my loved one soIn the early mornin' rainWith no place to go
Out on runway number nineBig 707 set to goWell I'm out here on the grassWhere the pavement never growsWhere the liquor tasted goodAnd the women all were fastThere she goes my friendShe's rolling out at last
Hear the mighty engines roarSee the silver wing on highShe's away and westward boundFor above the clouds she fliesWhere the mornin' rain don't fallAnd the sun always shinesShe'll be flying over my homeIn about three hours time
This ol' airport's got me downIt's no earthly good to me'cause I'm stuck here on the groundCold and drunk as I might beCan't jump a jet planeLike you can a freight trainSo I best be on my wayIn the early mornin' rainSo I best be on my wayIn the early mornin' rainSo I best be on my wayIn the early mornin' rain