Early Morning Rain Lyrics - Nick, Bob & John: The Final Concert - Kingston Trio

In the early morning 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 miss my darlin' so 

In the early mornin' rain, with no place to go 

Out on runway number nine, big seven-o-seven set to go 

But I'm stuck here on the grass where them cold winds blow 

Yeah, the liquor tasted good and the women all were fast 

Ah, but there she goes, my friend, though she's rollin' out at last 

Hear the mighty engines roar, see the silver wing on high 

She's a-wingin' westward bound, high above the clouds 

She'll fly where the morning rains 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 can be 

You can't jump a jet plane like you can a freight train 

So, I best be on my way in the early mornin' rain