Early morning rain

       In the early morning rain with a dollar in my hand 
       With an achin' in my heart and my pocket's full off sand 
       I'm a long way from home and I miss my love once so 
       In the early morning rain with no place to go 

       Out on runway number nine, big seven - o - seven set to go 
       Well, I'm standin' on the grass where the cold wind blows 
       Well the liqueur tasted good and the woman all her fast 
       There she goes, my friend, she's rollin' now at last 

       Here the mighty engines roar, she's the silver bird on high 
       She's away and westward bound far above the clouds she 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 
       'Cause I'm stucked here on the ground cold as drunk I might be 
       You can jump a jet plane like you can't afraid train 
       So I'll best be on my way in the early morning rain 
       So I'll best be on my way in the early morning rain