In the early mornin' rain
with a dollar in my hand
With an achin' in my heart
& my pockets full of sand
I'm a long way from home
& I miss my loved ones so
In the early mornin' rain & no place to go
Out on runway no. 9 big 707 set to go
But I'm standin' on the grass where the cold wind blows
Well the liquor tasted good
& the women all were fast
There she goes my friend
She's a rollin' now at last
This old airport's got me down
It's no earthly good to me
Cuz I'm stuck here on the ground
Cold & drunk as I can be
You can't jump a big jet plane
Like you can an old freight train
So I'd best be on my way
In the early mornin' rain
So I'd best be on my way
In the early mornin' rain
So I'd best be on my way
In the early mornin' rain