In the early mornin' rain
  With a dollar in my hand
  And 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 mornin' rain
  With no place to go
    Out on runway number nine
  Big 707 set to go
  Well I'm out here on the grass
  Where the pavement never grows
  Where the liquor tasted good
  And the women all were fast
  There she goes my friend
  She's rolling out at last
    Hear the mighty engines roar
  See the silver wing on high
  She's away and westward bound
  For above the clouds she flies
  Where the mornin' rain don't fall
  And the sun always shines
  She'll be flying over my home
  In about three hours time
    This ol' 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 jet plane
  Like you can a freight train
  So I best be on my way
  In the early mornin' rain
  So I best be on my way
  In the early mornin' rain
  So I best be on my way
  In the early mornin' rain