In the early mornin' rain    with a dollar in my hand And an achin' in my heart and my pocket's full of sand. I'm a long way from home and 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. But I'm out here on the grass where the pavement never grows. Well the liquor tasted good and the women all were fast. There she goes my friend    she's rollin' down at last. Hear the mighty engines roar    see the silver wing on high. She's away and westward bound far above the clouds she flies. 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 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. Can't jump a jet plane like I can a freight train. So I'd best be on my way    in the early mornin' rain. So I'd best be on my way in the early mornin' rain.