Early Morning Rain - Tim O'Brien

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 with no place to go Out on runway number nine, big seven-o-seven set to go But I'm stuck here in the grass with

a pain that ever

Grows

Now the liquor tasted good and the women all were fast

Well now there she goes my friend, she’s a-rolling down

At last

Hear the mighty engines 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 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, 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 early morning rain