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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