^FIn the early mornin' ^Gmrain, ^Gm with a ^C7dollar in my ^Fhand, And an achin' in my ^Gmheart, ^C7and my pocket's full of ^Fsand. ^FI'm a long way from ^Gmhome, ^C7and I miss my loved one ^Fso, In the early mornin' ^Gmrain, ^{Gm C7}with no place to ^Fgo. ^FOut on runway number ^Gmnine, ^Gm b^C7ig 707 set to ^Fgo. But I'm out here on the ^Gmgrass, ^C7where the pavement never ^Fgrows. Well the liquor tasted g^Gmood, ^C7and the women all were ^Ffast. ^FThere she goes my fri^Gmend, ^Gm s^C7he's rollin' down at ^Flast. ^FHear the mighty engines ^Gmroar, ^{Gm C7}see the silver wing on ^Fhigh. ^FShe's away and westward ^Gmbound, ^C7far above the clouds she ^Fflies. ^FWhere the mornin' rain don't ^Gmfall, ^C7and the sun always ^Fshines. ^FShe'll be flyin' o'er my ^Gmhome, ^{Gm C7}in about three hours ^Ftime. ^FThis old airport's got me ^Gmdown, ^{Gm C7}it's no earthly good to ^Fme. ^FCause I'm stuck here on the ^Gmground, ^C7cold and drunk as I might ^Fbe. ^FCan't jump a jet ^Gmplane, ^C7like I can a freight ^Ftrain. ^FSo I'd best be on my ^Gmway, ^{Gm C7}in the early mornin' ^Frain. ^FSo I'd best be on my ^Gmway, ^C7in the early mornin' ^Frain.