Early Mornin' Rain - The Kingston Trio

In the early mornin' rain

with a dollar in my hand

with an achin' in my heart

and my pockets full of sand

I’m a long way from home

and I missed my loved on so in the early mornin' rain

and no place to go Out on runway number nine

Big seven-o-seven set to go well, I’m stuck here on the ground

where the cold winds blow

the liquor tasted good

and the women all were fast

there she goes, my friend

she’s a rollin' down at last

Here the mighty engines roar

see the silver bird on high

she’s away in 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' over my home

in about three hours time

This old airports 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 you can’t hop a jet plane

like you can a freight train

so I best be on my way

in the early mornin' rain