in the early morning 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 missed 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 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 rolling 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 morning rain dont fall
and the sun always shines
shell be flying over my home
in about three hours time
this old airport’s got me down
its no earthly good to me
’cause im stuck here on the ground
cold and drunk as i might be
you can’t jump a jet plane
like you can a freight train
so id best be on my way
in the early morning rain
so id best be on my way
in the early morning rain
Artist: Peter Paul Mary
Year: 1965
Decade: 60s
Language: en
Word Count: 105