Lyrics:

G Bm Am D7 G
In the early mornin' rain, with a dollar in my hand,
Am D7 G
And an achin' in my heart, and my pocket's full of sand.
G Am D7 G
I'm a long way from home, and I miss my loved one so,
Bm Am D7 G
In the early mornin' rain, with no place to go.


G Bm Am D7 G
Out on runway number nine, big 707 set to go.
Am D7 G
But I'm out here on the grass, where the pavement never grows.
Am D7 G
Well the liquor tasted good, and the women all were fast.
G Bm Am D7 G
There she goes my friend, she's rollin' down at last.


G Bm Am D7 G
Hear the mighty engines roar, see the silver wing on high.
G Am D7 G
She's away and westward bound, far above the clouds she flies.
G Am D7 G
Where the mornin' rain don't fall, and the sun always shines.
G Bm Am D7 G
She'll be flyin' o'er my home, in about three hours time.


G Bm Am D7 G
This old airport's got me down, it's no earthly good to me.
G Am D7 G
Cause I'm stuck here on the ground, cold and drunk as I might be.
G Am D7 G
Can't jump a jet plane, like I can a freight train.
G Bm Am D7 G
So I'd best be on my way, in the early mornin' rain.
G Am D7 G
So I'd best be on my way, in the early mornin' rain.