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 ways from home
And I miss my darling so
In the early morning rain
With no place to go
Out on runway number nine
Big 707 all set to go
But I'm stuck here on the ground
Where the (kin) never grows
Where the liquor tastes so good
And the women there are fine
Well, there she goes my friend
She's rolling out at last
Hear the mighty engines roar
See the silver wings on high
She's away and westward bound
High across 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
While this old airport's got me down
It's no earthly good to me
For I'm stuck here on the ground
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 morning rain