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 long way from home   And I missed my loved one so   In the early morning rain   With no place to go      Out on runway number nine   Big 707 set to go   But I?m out here on the grass   Where the pavement never grows      Well, the liquor tasted good   And the women all were fast   There she goes my friend   She?s rolling down at last      Hear the mighty engine roar   See the silver wing on high   She?s away and westward bound   Far above the clouds 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 jump a jet plane   Like you can a freight train   So I?d best be on my way   In the early morning rain      So I?d best be on my way   In the early morning rain