In the early morning rain with a dollar in my hand
And an aching in my heart and pockets full of sand
I'm a long way from home and I miss my loved ones so
In the early morning rain with no place to go
Out on runway number nine a big 707's set to go
But, I'm stuck here on the grass where the cold wind blows
Where the liquor tasted good and the women all were fast
There she goes, my friend, she's rolling down at last
Hear the mighty engines roar, see the silver bird on high
She's away and westward bound
Far above thе clouds she'll fly
Where thе morning rain don't fall and the sun it always shines
She'll be flying 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
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 morning 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 morning rain