In the early mornin' 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 Lord I miss my loved one so In the early mornin' rain With no place to go Out on runway number nine Big 707 set to go And I’m stuck here in the grass With a pain that ever grows Now the liquor tasted good And the women all look fast And now there she goes my friend She be rollin' down at last Hear the mighty engines 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'er my home In about three hours time This ol' airport’s got me down It's no earthly good to me And 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 best be on my way In the early mornin' rain You can't jump a jet plane Like you can a freight train So I best be on my way In the early mornin' rain