Tim O'brien - 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 I'm a long long way from home and I miss my loved one so In the early morning rain with no place to go Out on runway number nine, big 707 set to go And I'm stuck here on the ground where the cold wind blows That old liquor tasted good and the women all were fast Well, there she goes my friend, she's rolling now at last Here the mighty engine roar, see the silver bird on high She's away and westward bound, high 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 This old airport's got me down, it's no earthly good to me And I'm stuck here on the ground, as 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 Yeah, I'd best be on my way in the early morning rain