Early Mornin' Rain

In the early mornin' rain With a dollar in my hand, With an achin' in my heart And my pockets full of sand, I'm a long way from home, And I miss my loved one 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 Well, the liquor tasted good And the women all were fast, There she goes, my friends She's a-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, Where the mornin' rain don't fall And the sun always shines, She'll be 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. Can't jump a plane, Like a freight train, So I'd best be on my way In the early mornin' rain