Early Morning Rain - Peter, Paul & Mary
In the early morning rain
with a dollar in my hand
And 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 on runway number nine,
big seven-o-seven set to go
But I'm 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,
she's rollin' down at last.
Hear the mighty engine 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 flyin' over my home
in about three hours time.
This old 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 might be.
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.
So I'd best be on my way
in the early morning rain