Originally done by Gordon LightfootIn the early morning rainWith a dollar in my handWith an aching in my heartAnd my pockets full of sandI'm a long, long way from homeAnd I miss my loved ones soIn the early morning rainWith no place to go.Out on runway number nineBig 707 set to goBut I'm stuck here in the grassWhere the cold winds blowWell the liquor tasted goodAnd the women all were fastThere she goes, my friendShe's rolling down at lastHear the mighty engine roarSpeed the silver bird on highShe's away and westward boundOut among the clouds she'll flyWhere the morning rain don't fallAnd the sun always shinesShe'll be flying o'er my homeIn about three hours timeThis old airport's got me downIt's no earthly good to me'Cause I'm stuck here on the groundCold and drunk as I could beYou can't jump a jet planeLike you can a freight trainSo I'd best be on my wayIn the early morning rainYou can't jump a jet planeLike you can a freight trainSo I'd best be on my wayIn the early morning rain.