Bob Dylan - Early Mornin' Rain - Remastered lyrics

In the early morning rain, with a dollar in my hand With an aching in my heart, and my pockets full of sand I'm a long way from home, and I miss my loved ones so In the early morning rain, with nowhere to go Out on runway number nine, a big 707's set to go I'm stuck here in the ground, where the cold wind blows 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 bird 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 earthly good to me 'Cause I'm stuck here on the ground, cold and drunk as I might be You can't jump a jet plane, like you can a freight train So I'd best be on my way, in the early morning rain