In the early mornin' rain
Got a dollar in my hand
And a burning in my heart
And a pocket full of sand
I'm a long way from home
And I missed my loved ones so
In the early mornin' rain
With no place to go
Look at that runway number nine
Seven o seven ready to go
But I'm stuck here on the ground
Where the cold wind blows
Oh the water tasted good
And the weather changes fast
There she goes my friend
She's rolling down at last
This ol' airport's got me down
It's no earthly good to me
While I'm stuck here on the ground
Cold and tired as I might be
You can't jump a jet plane
Like you can an ol' 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