Paroles:In the early morning rain, with a dollar in my hand



And an aching in my heart and the 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 out here on the grass where the paper never grows



Where the liquor tasted good and the women all were fast



There she goes my friend, she's a-rolling down at last





Hear the mighty engines roar, see the silver wing 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 use to me



Cause I'm stuck here on the ground, cold and drunk as I might be



You can't jump a jet plane like like you can a freight train



So I'd best be on my way in the early morning rain



So I'd best be on my way in the early morning rain