in the early morning rain with a dollar in my hand and an aching in my heart and my pockets full of sand i m a long long way from home and i miss my loved one so in the early morning rain with no place to go out on runway number nine big 707 set to go and i m stuck here on the ground where the cold wind blows that old liquor tasted good and the women all were fast well there she goes my friend she s rolling now at last here the mighty engine roar see the silver bird on high she s away and westward bound high above the clouds she ll fly where the morning rain don t fall and the sun always shines she ll be flying o er my home in about three hours time this old 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 d best be on my way in the early morning rain yeah i d best be on my way in the early morning rain