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 miss my loved ones so In the early morning rain With no place to go Out on runway number 9 A big 707 is set to roll But im stuck here in the grass Where the cold wind blows Now the licor tasted good And the women all were fast Well there she goes my freind See shes rolling out at last Hear the mighty engines roll See the silver bird on high Shes awaying westward bound Far above the clouds she'll fly Where the morning rain dont falll And the sun always shines She'll be flying over my home In about 3 hours time This ol airports got me down Its no earthly good to me Cause im stuck here on the ground As cold and drunk as i can be You cant jump but yet play Like you can a old fred train So i best be one my way In the early morning rain X2 Inthe early morning rain X2