In

the

ear-

ly

mor-

ning

rain

With

a

dol-

lar

in

my

hand

With

an

a-

ching

in

my

heart

And

my

poc-

kets

full

of

sand

I'm

a

long

way

from

home

Lord

I

miss

my

loved

ones

so

In

the

ear-

ly

mor-

ning

rain

With

no

place

to

go

Out

on

ru-

n-

way

num-

ber

nine

Big

se-

ven-

o-

se-

ven

set

to

go

And

I'm

stuck

here

in

the

grass

With

a

pain

that

e-

ver

grows

Now,

the

li-

quor

tas-

tin'

good

And

the

wo-

men

all

were

fast

And

then

there

she

goes,

my

friend

She's

be

rol-

lin'

down

at

last

Hear

the

migh-

ty

en-

gines

roar

See

the

sil-

ver

wing

on

high

She's

a-

way

and

west-

ward

bound

Far

a-

bove

the

clouds

she'll

fly

Where

the

mor-

ning

rain

don't

fall

And

the

sun

al-

ways

shines

She'll

be

fly-

ing

over

my

home

In

a-

bout

three

ho-

urs

time

This

old

air-

port's

got

me

down

It's

no

earth-

ly

good

to

me

And

I'm

stuck

here

on

the

ground

As

cold

and

drunk

as

I

can

be

You

can't

jump

a

jet

plane

Like

you

can

a

freight

train

So

I'd

best

be

on

my

way

In

the

ear-

ly

mor-

ning

rain

You

can't

jump

a

jet

plane

Like

you

can

a

freight

train

So

I'd

best

be

on

my

way

In

the

ear-

ly

mor-

ning

rain