Early Morning Rain

Early Morning Rain - Watkins Family Hour

In the early morning rain

With a dollar in my hand

With an aching in my heart

And my pockets full of sand

Now I'm a long way from home

An I miss my loved ones so

In the early morning rain

With no place to go

Out on runway number nine

A big 707's set to go

But I'm stuck here in the grass

Where the cold wind blows

Now the liquor tasted good

And the women all were fast

There she goes my friend

Well she's rolling down last

Hear the mighty engines roar

See the silver bird on high

She's away and westward bound

Far above the clouds she'll fly

There the morning rain don't fall

And the sun always shines

She'll be flying 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 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 early morning rain