Lyric Early Mornin Rain

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 clouds 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