Early Morning Rain

You can't jump a jet plane like you can a freight train
Out on runway number nine, big seven-o-seven set to go
Well, now there she goes, my friend, she'll be rollin' down at last
She's a wingin' westward bound, far above the clouds she'll fly
I'm a long way from home, Lord I miss my loved ones so
Oh, the liquor tasted good and the women all were fast

Where the mornin' rain don't fall and the sun always shines

She'll be flyin' over my home in about three hours time
And I'm stuck here in the grass with a pain that ever grows
Hear the mighty engines roar, see the silver wing on high
In the early mornin' rain, with no place to go
So, I best be on my way in the early mornin' rain
You can't jump a jet plane like you can a freight train

And I'm stuck here on the ground as cold and drunk as I can be
This old airport's got me down, it's no earthly good to me