Self Portrait recording session 5, Columbia Studios, NYC - 4.mar.1970
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 and i miss my love one so
In the early morning rain with nowhere to go.
Out on highway number nine big 7O7 set to go
I'm struck here on the ground where the cold winds blow
The liquor tasted good and the women all are fast
There she goes my friend, she's rolling down at last.
Hear the mighty engine roar, see the silver bid on high
She's away an' westward bound far above the cloud she'll fly
Where the morning rain don't fall and the sun always shines
She'll be flying over my home in about two hour's time.
This old airport's got me down, it's no earthly good to me
'Cause i'm struck here on the ground cold and drunk as i might be
You can't hop a jetplane like you can a freight train
So i'd best be on my way in the early morning rain.