More Info In the early morning rain with a dollar in my hand
And an aching in my heart and my pockets full of sand
I’m a long way from home Lord I miss my loved ones so
In the early morning rain with no place to go
Out on runway number nine Seven oh seven set to go
But I’m stuck here on the ground where the cold wind blows
Now the liquor tasted good and the women all were fast
There she goes my friend she’ll be rolling down at last
