in the early morning rain with a dollar in my hand with 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 morning rain with no place to go out on runway number nine big 707 set to go and i m stuck here on the grass where the cold winds blow well the liquor tasted good and the time went fast well there she goes my friend there she s rolling now 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 morning rain don t fall and the sun always shines she ll be flying over my home in about three hours time well this old airport s got me down it ain t no earthly good to me cause i m stuck here on the ground this cold and drunk as i can be you can t jump the jet plane like i can a freight train so i d best be on my way in the early morning rain