Albert Grossman - Early Morning Rain lyrics

In the early morning rain With a dollar in my hand And an aching in my heart And my pockets full of sand Im a long way from home And I missed my loved one so In the early morning rain With no place to go Out on runway number nine Big 707 set to go But Im out here on the gra** Where the pavement never grows Well, the liquor tasted good And the women all were fast There she goes my friend Shes rolling down at last Hear the mighty engine roar See the silver wing on high Shes away and westward bound Far above the clouds shell fly Where the morning rain dont fall And the sun always shines Shell be flying over my home In about three hours time This old airport's got me down Its no earthly good to me 'Cause Im 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 Id best be on my way In the early morning rain So Id best be on my way In the early morning rain