"Early Morning Rain" lyrics - WATKINS FAMILY HOUR

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 the loved ones so
In the early morning rain with no place to go

Out on runway number nine, big 707's set to go
But I'm stuck here on the ground where the cold winds blow
Where the whiskey tasted good and the women all were fast
There she goes, my friend, she's rollin' at last

Hear the mighty engines roar, see the silver bird on high
She's away and westward bound, high above the clouds she'll fly
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, cold and drunk 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