early morning rain

Lyrics

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 in the grass where the cold wind blows, now, the liquor tasted good and the women all were fast, well, there she goes, my friend, well 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 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 as 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