In the early morning rain, with a dollar in my hand 
With an aching in my heart and my 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 [bad word] number nine, big 707 set to go 
But I'm stuck here on the ground where the cold winds blow 
Well the liquor tasted good and the women were all fast 
There she goes my friend, o she's rolling now at last 

Here the mighty engines roar, see the silver bird on high 
She's away and westward bound, high above the clouds she'll fly 
Where the early 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 [bad word] as I might be 
You can't jump a jet plane like you can a freight train 
So I'd best be on my way in the early morning rain