Early Morning Rain - Richard Hawley

In the early mornin' rain with a dollar in my hand

With an achin' in my heart and my pockets full of sand

I'm a long way from home Lord 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

And I'm stuck here in the grass with a pain that ever grows

Oh the liquor tasted good and the women all were fast

There she goes my friend she'll be rollin' down at last

Hear the mighty engines roar see the silver wing on high

She's a wingin' 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' over my home in about three hours time

This old airport's got me down it's no earthly good to me

And I'm stuck here on the ground as cold and drunk as I can be

You can't jump a jet plane like you can a freight train

So I best be on my way in the early mornin' rain

So I best be on my way in the early mornin' rain