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 way from home 
And I miss my loved one so 
In the early morning rain 
With no place to go 
Down on runway number nine 
Big seven-o-seven set to go 
And I'm stuck here on the grass 
Where the cold winds blow 
Well the liquor tasted good 
And the time went fast 
There she goes my friend 
There she's rolling now at last 
Hear the mighty engines roar 
See the silver bird on high 
She's away and westward bound 
Far 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 
Well this old airport's got me down 
It ain't no earthly good to me 
'Cause I'm stuck here on the ground 
Cold and lonely 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 
So I'd best be on my way 
In the early morning rain