Early Morning Rain

In the early morning rain with a dollar in my hand
 With an aching in my heart and my pockets full of sand
 Now, I'm a long way from home and I miss my loved ones so
 In the early morning rain with no place to go
 Out on runway number nine a big 707's 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 going 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
 There the morning rain don't fall and the sun always shines
 She'll be flying over 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