Early mornin' rain

In the early mornin' rain
With a dollar in my hand
And an achin' 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 mornin' rain
With no place to go

Out on runway number nine
Big seven-o-seven set to go
But i'm out here on the grass 
Where the pavement never grows
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'll fly
And the sun always shines
She'll 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 
You can't jump a jet plane
Like you 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