Early Morning Rain Lyrics

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 one 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
With a pain that ever grows
Now the liquor tasted good
And the women all look fast
And now there she goes my friend
She be rollin' down at last

Hear the mighty engines roar
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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

This ol' 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

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