In the early mornin' rain with a dollar in my handWith an achin' in my heart and my pockets full of sandI'm a long way from home, Lord I miss my loved ones soIn the early mornin' rain, with no place to goOut on runway number nine, big seven-o-seven set to goAnd I'm stuck here in the grass with a pain that ever growsOh, the liquor tasted good and the women all were fastWell, now there she goes, my friend, she'll be rollin' down at lastHear the mighty engines roar, see the silver wing on highShe's a wingin' westward bound, far above the clouds she'll flyWhere the mornin' rain don't fall and the sun always shinesShe'll be flyin' over my home in about three hours timeThis old airport's got me down, it's no earthly good to meAnd I'm stuck here on the ground as cold and drunk as I can beYou can't jump a jet plane like you can a freight trainSo, I best be on my way in the early mornin' rainYou can't jump a jet plane like you can a freight trainSo, I best be on my way in the early mornin' rain
