Intro: verse 1: N.C. 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 ways from home And I miss my darling so In the early morning rain With no place to go verse 2: Out on runway number nine Big 707 all set to go But I'm stuck here on the ground Where the (kin) never grows Where the liquor tastes so good And the women there are fine Well, there she goes my friend She's rolling out at last Instrumental: