Early Morning Rain Lyrics

In the early mornin′ rain
With a dollar in my hand
With an achin' in my heart
And my pockets full of sand
I′m a long way from home
And I miss my darlin' so
In the early mornin' rain
With no place to go

Out on runway number nine
Big 707 set to go
But I′m stuck here on the ground
Where the cold winds blow
Yeah, the liquor tasted good
And the women all were fast
Yeah, there she goes my friend
Oh, she′s rollin' now at last

Hear the mighty engines roar
See the silver wing on high
She′s a wingin' westward bound
High above the clouds she′ll fly
Where the mornin' rain don′t fall
And the sun always shines
She'll be flyin' o′er 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 can be
You can′t jump a jet plane
Like you can a freight train
So, I best be on my way
In the early mornin' rain

You can′t jump a jet plane
Like you can a freight train
So, I best be on my way
In the early mornin' rain