Raul Malo Early Morning Rain
In the early morning rain, with a dollar in my hand
With an aching in my heart and my pockets full of sand
I'm a 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
But I'm stuck here on the ground where the cold winds
blow
Well the liquor tasted good and the women were all fast
There she goes my friend, o she's rolling now at last
Here the mighty engines roar, see the silver bird on high
She's away and westward bound, high above the clouds
she'll fly
Where the early 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 use to me
Cause I'm stuck here on the ground, cold and drunk as I
might 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
