seven-o-gone

In the early morning rain
with a dollar in my hand
With an aching in my heart
and a pocket 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 grass
where the cold winds they do blow
Well the liquor tasted good
and the women all were fast
There she goes my friend,
she's rolling down at last

Hear the mighty engines roar,
see the silver wing on high
She's away and westward bound,
far above the clouds she'll fly
Where the morning rain don't fall
and 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 earthy good to me
Because I'm stuck here on the ground,
cold and drunk as I might be
Can't jump a jet plane
like I can a freight train
So I'd best be on my way
in the early morning rain.