text: In the early morning rain
  With a dollar in my hand
  And an aching in my heart
  And my pockets full of sand
  Im a long way from home
  And I missed my loved one so
  In the early morning rain
  With no place to go
  Out on runway number nine
  Big 707 set to go
  But Im out here on the grass
  Where the pavement never grows
  Well, the liquor tasted good
  And the women all were fast
  There she goes my friend
  Shes rolling down at last
  Hear the mighty engine roar
  See the silver wing on high
  Shes away and westward bound
  Far above the clouds shell fly
  Where the morning rain dont fall
  And the sun always shines
  Shell be flying over my home
  In about three hours time
  This old airports got me down
  Its no earthly good to me
  Cause Im stuck here on the ground
  Cold and drunk as I might be
  You cant jump a jet plane
  Like you can a freight train
  So Id best be on my way
  In the early morning rain
  So Id best be on my way
  In the early morning rain