Verse 1In The Early Morning Rain, With A Dollar In My HandWith An Aching In My Heart. And My Pockets Full Of SandI'm A Long Way From Home. And I Miss My Loved One SoIn The Early Morning Rain, With No Place To GoVerse 2Out On The Runway Number Nine, Big Seven O' Seven Set To GoBut I'm Stuck Here In The Grass, Where The Cold Wind BlowsNow The Liquor Tasted Good. And The Women All Were FastWell There She Goes My Friend, She'll Be Rolling Down At LastVerse 3Hear The Mighty Engines Roar, See The Silver Wing On HighShe's Away And Westward Bound, Far Above The Clouds She'll FlyWhere The Morning Rain Don't Fall. And The Sun Always ShinesShe'll Be Flying Over My Home, In About Three Hours TimeVerse 4This Old Airport's Got Me Down, It's No Earthly Good To MeCause I'm Stuck Here On The Ground, As Cold And Drunk As I Can BeYou Can't Jump A Jet Plane, Like You Can A Freight TrainSo I Best Be On My Way, In The Early Morning RainCodaYou Can't Jump A Jet Plane, Like You Can A Freight TrainSo I Best Be On My Way, In The Early Morning RainOutroIn The Early Morning Rain..
