In the early mornin' rain  With a dollar in my hand  And an aching in my heart  And my -pockets full of sand  I'm a long ways from home  And I missed my loved one so  In the early mornin' rain  With no place to go    Out on runway number nine  Big 707 set to go  Well I'm out here on the grass  Where the pavement never grows  Where the liquor tasted good  And the women all were fast  There she goes my friend  She's rolling out at last    Hear the mighty engines roar  See the silver wing on high  She's away and westward bound  For above the clouds she flies  Where the mornin' rain don't fall  And the sun always shines  She'll be flying over my home  In about three hours time    This ol' 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  Can't jump a jet plane  Like you can a freight train  So I best be on my way  In the early mornin' rain  So I best be on my way  In the early mornin' rain  So I best be on my way  In the early mornin' rain    these lyrics are submitted by kkkkk