In the early morning rain with a dollar in my hand
And an aching in my heart and my pockets full of sand
I'm a long long way from home and I miss my loved one so
In the early morning rain with no place to go

Out on runway number nine, big 707 set to go
And I'm stuck here on the ground where the cold wind blows
That old liquor tasted good and the women all were fast
Well, there she goes my friend, she's rolling now at last

Here the mighty engine roar, see the silver bird on high
She's away and westward bound, high above the clouds she'll fly
Where the morning rain don't fall and the sun always shines
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
And 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

Yeah, I'd best be on my way in the early morning rain

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Gordon Lightfoot