Lyrics:

In the early mornin' 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
I miss my loved ones so
In the early mornin' rain
With no place to go

Out on runway number nine
Big seven-o-seven set to go
But I'm stuck here in the grass
Where the cold winds blow
Now the liquor tasted good
And the women all were fast
Well there she goes my friend
She'll be rolling down 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
But where the mornin' rain don't fall
Where the sun always shines
She'll be flying o'er my home
In about three hours time

This old airport's got me down
It's no earthly good to me
'Cause 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'd best be on my way
In the early mornin' rain

I'd best be on my way
In the early mornin' rain