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
and I missed my loved on so
in the early mornin rain
and no place to go
Out on runway number nine
Big seven-o-seven set to go
wellI m stuck here on the ground
where the cold winds blow
the liquor tasted good
and the women all were fast
there she goesmy friend
she s a rollin down at last
Here the mighty engines roar
see the silver bird on high
she s away in 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 over my home
in about three hours time
This old airports got me down
it s no earthly good to me
cause I m stuck here on the ground
cold and drunk as I might be
you can t hop a jet plane
like you can a freight train
so I best be on my way
in the early mornin rain

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