In the early mornin rain with a dollar in my hand
And an aching in my heart, and my pockets full of sand
Im a long way from home, and I miss my loved one so
In the early mornin rain with no place to go.

Out on runway number nine, big seven-o-seven set to go
But Im out here on the grass where the pavement never grows
Well the liquor tasted good and the women all were fast
There she goes my friend, shes rollin down at last.

Hear the mighty engine roar, see the silver wing on high
Shes away and westward bound far above the clouds shell fly
Where the mornin rain dont fall and the sun always shines
Shell be flyin ore my home in about three hours time.

This old airports got me down, its no earthly good to me
Cause Im stuck here on the ground,
Cold and drunk, as I might be.
Cant jump a jet plane like you can a freight train
So Id best be on my way in the early mornin rain.

So Id best be on my way in the early mornin rain