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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 ways 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 I m stuck here in the grass

Where the cold wind blows

Now the liquor tasted good

And the women all were fast

Well there she goes my friend

She s rolling down at last

Hear the mighty engines roar

See the silver bird on high

She s away and westward bound

Far above the clouds she flies

Where the morning rain don t fall

And the sun always shines

She ll be flying over 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

As cold and drunk as I can be

You can t jump a jet plane

Like you can a freight train

So I 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 best be on my way

In the early morning rain