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
 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
 Big 707 set to go
 But I'm stuck here in the grass
 Where the cold winds blow
 Now the liquor tasted good
 And the men all were fast
 Well there she goes my friend
 She's rolling down at last
 Hear the mighty engines roar
 See the silver bird on high
 Well she's away and westward bound
 Far above the clouds she'll fly
 But the morning rain don't fall
 And the sun always shines
 She'll be flying over my home
 In about three hours time
 This whole airport's got me down
 It's no earthly good to me
 No, no, no
 Cause I'm stuck here on the ground
 As cold and drunk as I can be
 You can't jump a jet plane, no
 Like you can a freight train
 So I'd best be on my way
 In the early morning rain
 I'd best be on my way
 In the early morning rain