Key is actually in Bb, but can be played in G with capo on third fret.
[Intro]
In the early mornin rain, with a dollar in my hand,
And an achin in my heart, and my pocket s full of sand.
I m a long way from home, and I miss my loved one so,
In the early mornin rain, with no place to go.
Out on runway number nine, big 707 set to go.
But I m out here on the grass, where the pavement never grows.
Well the liquor tasted good, and the women all were fast.
There she goes my friend, she s rollin 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 flies.
Where the mornin rain don t fall, and the sun always shines.
She ll be flyin o er 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.
Can t jump a jet plane, like I can a freight train.
So I d best be on my way, in the early mornin rain.
So I d best be on my way, in the early mornin rain.
