Early Morning Rain
In the early mornin' rain
With a dollar in my hand
With an aching in my heart
And my -pockets full of sand
I'm a long ways from home
And I missed my loved one so
In the early mornin' rain
With no place to go
Out on runway No. 9
Big 707 set to go
And I'm stuck here on the grass
Where the cold winds blow
Where the liquor tasted good
And the time went fast
Well, there she goes, my friend
There she's rolling out at last
Hear the mighty engines roar
See the silver bird on high
She's away and westward bound
Far above the cloud she'll fly
Where the mornin' rain don't fall
And the sun always shines
She'll be flying over my home
In about three hours time
Well, this old airports got me down
It ain't no earthly good to me
'Cause I'm stuck here on the ground
Cold and lonely as I can be
You can't jump a jet plane
Like you can't, 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 |