Written by：Lightfoot Gordon

In the early mornin' rain

With a dollar in my hand

And an aching in my heart

And my pockets full of sand

I'm a long long way from home

And I missed my loved one so

In the early mornin' rain

With no place to go

Out on runway number nine

Seven oh seven set to go

Well I'm out here in the grass

Where the pavement went grows

Now the liquor tasted good

And the women all were fast

There she goes my friend

She's rolling out at last

Hear the mighty engines roar

See that silver bird on high

She's away and westward bound

For above the clouds she flies

Where the mornin' rain don't fall

And the sun always shines

She'll be flying over my home

In about three hours time

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 a freight train

So I best be on my way

In the early mornin' rain

So I best be on my way

In the early mornin' rain