In the early morning rain, with a dollar in my hand

With 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 morning rain with no place to go



Out on runway number nine, big 707 set to go

But I'm stuck here on the ground where the cold winds blow

Well the liquor tasted good and the women were all fast

There she goes my friend, o she's rolling now at last



Here the mighty engines roar, see the silver bird on high

She's away and westward bound, high above the clouds she'll fly

Where the early rain don't fall and the sun always shines

She'll be flying o'er my home in about three hours time



This old airport's got me down, it's no earthly use to me

Cause I'm stuck here on the ground, cold and drunk as I might 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 morning rain