Early Morning Rain Songtext
von Bobby Bare

In the early morning rain
With a dollar in my hand
With an aching in my heart
And my pockets full of sand

I′m a long way from home
And I miss my loved ones so
In the early morning rain
And no place to go

Out on runway number nine
Big 707 is set to go
But I'm standing on the grass
Where the cold wind blows

Well the liquor tasted good
And the women all were fast
There she goes, my friend
She′s a rolling now at last


Hear that mighty engines roar
See the silver bird on high
She's away and westward bound
Far above the cloud, she'll fly

Where the morning rain don′t fall
And the sun will always shine
She′ll be flying o'er 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 big jet plane
Like you can an old 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