Early Morning Rain Bill Staines

[Verse 1]
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 darlin' so
In the early morning rain with no place to go

[Verse 2]
Out on runway number nine big 707's set to go
But I'm stuck here on the ground where the cold winds blow
Where the liquor tasted good and the women all were fast
Oh, there she goes my friend, she's rolling now at last

[Verse 3]
Hear the mighty engine 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 o'er my home in about three hours time

[Verse 4]
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 can 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
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
So I'd best be on my way in the early morning rain