In the early morning rain with a dollar in my hand
And an aching in my heart and my pockets full of sand
I´m a longway from home and I miss my loved one so

In the early morning rain with nowhere to go

Cut on runway number nine, big 707 set to go
I´m stuck here on the grass, with the pain that ever grows
The liquor tasted good and the women 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
She´s away and westward bound, far above the cloud she´ll fly
Where 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, cold and drunk as I might be
You can´t hop a jet plane like you can a freight train
So I´d best be on my way in the early morning rain