[G] In the early mornin’ [Bm] rain, [Am] with a [D7] dollar in my [G] hand,
And an achin’ in my [Am] heart, [D7] and my pocket’s full of [G] sand.
[G] I’m a long way from [Am] home, [D7] and I miss my loved one [G] so,
In the early mornin’ [Bm] rain, [Am] [D7] with no place to [G] go.

[G] Out on runway number [Bm] nine, [Am] [D7] big 707 set to [G] go.
But I’m out here on the [Am] grass, [D7] where the pavement never [G] grows.
Well the liquor tasted [Am] good, [D7] and the women all were [G] fast.
[G] There she goes my [Bm] friend, [Am] [D7] she’s rollin’ down at [G] last.

[G] Hear the mighty engines [Bm] roar, [Am] [D7] see the silver wing on [G] high.
[G] She’s away and westward [Am] bound, [D7] far above the clouds she [G] flies.
[G] Where the mornin’ rain don’t [Am] fall, [D7] and the sun always [G] shines.
[G] She’ll be flyin’ o’er my [Bm] home, [Am] [D7] in about three hours [G] time.

[G] This old airport’s got me [Bm] down, [Am] [D7] it’s no earthly good to [G] me.
[G] Cause I’m stuck here on the [Am] ground, [D7] cold and drunk as I might [G] be.
[G] Can’t jump a jet [Am] plane, [D7] like I can a freight [G] train.
[G] So I’d best be on my [Bm] way, [Am] [D7] in the early mornin’ [G] rain.
[G] So I’d best be on my [Am] way, [D7] in the early mornin’ [G] rain.