Lyric Early Mornin Rain

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 way from home, and I miss my loved one so
In the early mornin rain with no place to go.

Out on runway number nine, big seven-o-seven 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 rollin 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 mornin rain don t fall and the sun always shines
She ll be flyin o re 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.
Can t jump a jet plane like you can a freight train
So I d best be on my way in the early mornin rain.

So I d best be on my way in the early mornin rain