In the early morning 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 loved ones so   In the early morning rain   With no place to go      Out on runway number nine   Big seven-o-seven 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 rollin' 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 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   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 rain