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 nowhere to go
Out on runway number nine, a big 707's set to go
I'm stuck here in the ground, where the cold wind blows
The liquor tasted good, and the women all were fast
There she goes my friend, she's 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
Where the morning rain don't fall, and the sun always shines
She'll be flying over 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 might 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 morning rain
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