Elvis Presley - Early Mornin’ Rain lyrics

In the early mornin` rain

With a dollar in my hand

And an aching in my heart

And my -pockets full of sand

I`m a long ways from home

And I missed my loved one so

In the early mornin` rain

With no place to go

Out on runway number nine

Big 707 set to go

Well I`m out here on the grass

Where the pavement never grows

Where the liquor tasted good

And the women all were fast

There she goes my friend

She`s rolling out at last

Hear the mighty engines roar

See the silver wing on high

She`s away and westward bound

For above the clouds she flies

Where the mornin` rain don`t fall

And the sun always shines

She`ll be flying over my home

In about three hours time

This ol` 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

Can`t jump a jet plane

Like you can a freight train

So I best be on my way

In the early mornin` rain

So I best be on my way

In the early mornin` rain

So I best be on my way

In the early mornin` rain