Early Morning Rain

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 ones so

In the early morning rain with no place to go

Out on runway number nine big 7-0-7 set to go

But I’m standing on the grass where the cold winds blow

Oh the good times all are gone yeah the good times all are passed

There she goes my friend she’s a 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 seven 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 tired as I can be

You can’t jump a big jet plane like you can an old freight train

So I’d best be on my way in the early morning rain

Yeah I’d best be on my way in the early morning rain