Grateful Dead - Early Morning Rain Lyrics
In the early morning rain with a dollar in my handWith an aching in my heart and my pockets full of sandI'm a long way from home and I miss my loved one soIn the early morning rain with no place to goOut on runway number nine big 707 set to goBut I'm stuck here on the grass where the cold winds they do blowAnd where whiskey was and bars and the women they were fineThere she goes my friend, she rolling down at lastHere the mighty engines roar, see the silver bird on highShe's away and westward bound, far above the clouds she'll flyThere the morning rain don't fall and the sun always shinesShe'll be flying over my home in about three hours timeThis old airport's got me down it ain't no earthy good to meBecause I'm stuck here on the ground, cold and drunk as I can beYou can't hop a jet plane like you can a railroad trainSo I'd best be on my way in the early morning rain