Early Morning Rain - Neil Young
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 longway from home
and I miss my loved one so
In the early morning rain
with nowhere to go
Cut on runway number nine,
big 707 set to go
and I'm stuck here on the grass,
in the pain that ever grows
and The liquor tasted good
and the women all were fast
Well, there she goes, my friend,
she's rolling down at last
Hear the mighty engines roar,
see the silver bird on high
She's away and westward bound,
far above the cloud she'll fly
Where the morning rain don't fall
where the sun always shines
She'll be flying over 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 might be
You can't hop a jet plane
like you can a freight train
So I'd best be on my way
in the early morning rain