In the early morning rain with a dollar in my hand And an achin' 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 Where the liquor tasted good and the women all were fast Well there she goes my friend, she's rollin' now at last Hear the mighty engines roar see the silver bird on high She's away and westward bound far above my home 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, ain't no earthly good to me 'Cause I'm stuck here on the ground cold and broke 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 | 
