Intro
G Bm Am D7 G
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.
