Early Mornin’ Rain

In the early morning 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 morning 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 rolling down at last Hear the mighty engine roar, see the silver wing on high (see the silver wing on high) She's away and westward bound far above the clouds she'll fly Where the morning 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 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 morning rain So I'd best be on my way in the early morning rain