Letra:
In the early morning rain, with a dollar in my hand
And an aching in my heart and the pockets full of sand
I'm a long way from home, and I miss my loved one so
In the early morning rain with no place to go
Out on runway number nine, big 707 set to go
But I'm out here on the grass where the paper never grows
Where the liquor tasted good and the women all were fast
There she goes my friend, she's a-rolling down at last
Hear the mighty engines roar, see the silver wing on high
She's away and westward bound, far above the clouds she'll fly
Where the morning rain don't fall and the sun always shines
She'll be flying o'er my home in about three hours time
This old airport's got me down, it's no earthly use to me
Cause I'm stuck here on the ground, cold and drunk as I might be
You can't jump a jet plane like like you can a freight train
So I'd best be on my way in the early morning rain
So I'd best be on my way in the early morning rain
And an aching in my heart and the pockets full of sand
I'm a long way from home, and I miss my loved one so
In the early morning rain with no place to go
Out on runway number nine, big 707 set to go
But I'm out here on the grass where the paper never grows
Where the liquor tasted good and the women all were fast
There she goes my friend, she's a-rolling down at last
Hear the mighty engines roar, see the silver wing on high
She's away and westward bound, far above the clouds she'll fly
Where the morning rain don't fall and the sun always shines
She'll be flying o'er my home in about three hours time
This old airport's got me down, it's no earthly use to me
Cause I'm stuck here on the ground, cold and drunk as I might be
You can't jump a jet plane like like you can a freight train
So I'd best be on my way in the early morning rain
So I'd best be on my way in the early morning rain
