Intro :
I n the early mornin' r ain with a d ollar in my h and
And an achin' in my h eart a nd my pocket's full of s and.
I 'm a long way from h ome a nd I miss my loved one s o
In the early mornin' r ain wit h no place to go .
O ut on runway number n ine bi g 707 set to g o.
But I'm out here on the g rass w here the pavement never g rows.
Well the liquor tasted go od an d the women all were fa st.
T here she goes my frie nd she 's rollin' down at la st.
H ear the mighty engines r oar see the silver wing on hi gh.
S he's away and westward b ound f ar above the clouds she f lies.
W here the mornin' rain don't f all a nd the sun always s hines.
S he'll be flyin' o'er my h ome in about three hours ti me.
T his old airport's got me d own it' s no earthly good to me .
C ause I'm stuck here on the g round c old and drunk as I might b e.
C an't jump a jet p lane l ike I can a freight t rain.
S o I'd best be on my w ay in the early mornin' ra in.
S o I'd best be on my w ay in the early mornin' ra in.