Lyrics:

In the early mornin' rain
With a dollar in my hand
With an achin' in my heart
And my pockets full of sand
Well, I'm a long way from home
And I miss my loved ones so
In the early mornin' rain
With no place to go

Out on runway number nine
Big 707 set to go
And I'm stuck here in the grass
Where the cold winds blow
Where the liquor tasted good
And the time went fast
Well, there she goes my friend
There she's rollin' now 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
Where the mornin' rain don't fall
And the sun always shines
She'll be flyin' o'er my home
In about three hours time

Well, this old airport's got me down
It ain't no earthly good to me
'Cause I'm stuck here on the ground
As cold and drunk as I can be
Well, 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