GIn the early mornin' rhain waith a dDollar in my hGand
and an aching in my haeart Dand my pockets full of sGand
I'm a long way from haome Dand I miss my loved one sGo
in the early mornin' rhain waith nDo place to gGo.

Out on runway number nine big seven-o-seven set to go
but I'm out here on the grass where the pavement never grows
well the liquor tasted good and the women all were fast
there she goes my friend she's rollin' down at last.

Hear the mighty engine roar see the silver wing on high
she's away and westward bound far above the clouds she'll fly
where the mornin' rain don't fall and the sun always shines
she'll be flyin' 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 might be
can't jump a jet plane like you can a freight train
so I'd best be on my way in the early mornin' rain
sGo I'd best be on my waay Din the early mornin' rGain.