In the early morning 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
And I miss my loved ones so
In the early morning rain
With no place to go
Out on runway number nine
Big 707 set to go
But I'm stuck here in the grass
Where the cold winds blow
Now the liquor tasted good
And the men all were fast
Well there she goes my friend
She's rolling down at last
Hear the mighty engines roar
See the silver bird on high
Well she's away and westward bound
Far above the clouds she'll fly
But the morning rain don't fall
And the sun always shines
She'll be flying over my home
In about three hours time
This whole airport's got me down
It's no earthly good to me
No, no, no
Cause I'm stuck here on the ground
As cold and drunk as I can be
You can't jump a jet plane, no
Like you can a freight train
So I'd best be on my way
In the early morning rain
I'd best be on my way
In the early morning rain

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