In the early morning rain with a dollar in my hand With an aching in my heart and a pocket full of sand I'm a long way from home and I missed 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 slept here on the grass where the winds blow Where the whiskey it was boss and the women all were fine Well there she goes my friend, now there she's rolling down the line Hear the mighty engines roar, see the silver bird on go 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 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 the jet plane like you can an old freight train So I best be on my way in the early morning rain