In the early mornin' rain, With a dollar in my hand
And an aching in my heart, And my pockets full of sand
I'm a long ways from home, And I missed my loved one so
In the early mornin' rain, With no place to go
Out on runway number nine, Big 707 set to go
Well I'm out here on the grass, Where the pavement never grows
Where the liquor tasted good, And the women all were fast
There she goes my friend, She's rolling out at last
Hear the mighty engines roar , See the silver wing on high
She's away and westward bound, For above the clouds she flies
Where the mornin' rain don't fall, And the sun always shines
She'll be flying over my home, In about three hours time
This ol' 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 best be on my way, In the early mornin' rain
So I best be on my way, In the early mornin' rain
So I best be on my way, In the early mornin' rain
