[1] In the early mornin' [3m] rain [2m] with a [5] dollar in my [1] hand
And an achin' in my [2m] heart [4] and my pockets full of [1] sand
I'm a long way from [2m] home [4] and I miss my loved ones [1] so
In the early mornin' [3m] rain [2m] with [5] no place to [1] go

Out on runway number nine, big seven-o-seven set to go
But I'm stuck here on the ground where the cold winds a-blow
Well the liquor tasted good and the women all were fast
There she goes my friend, well she's a-rollin' now at last

Hear the mighty engine roar, see the silver bird on high
Well she's away and westward bound, high above the clouds she'll fly
Where the mornin' rain don't fall and the sun always shines
She'll be flying o'er my home in about three hours time

Well this ol' 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 mornin' rain

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 mornin' rain