| I could see as I rode in |
| The ships were gone and the pit filled in |
| A funeral bell called the hour in |
| A lonesome drunk was stumbling |
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| Not a twang of a guitar |
| The sound of your blues train got me far |
| Not even a shadow of desire |
| In the pouring, pouring rain |
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| Hammers beat in dusty times |
| On these weedy, rusted lines |
| Mocking the sun and optimistic signs |
| Above the chained-up gates of iron |
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| The sun won't shine this way again |
| The lucky moon went on the wane |
| The lights went out in the hall of fame |
| In the pouring, pouring rain |
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| Breeze black windows in dead streets |
| Where life was lived upon the cheap |
| "Ask no questions, work and sleep" |
| Said the old time ghosts on my old street |
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| I hear the shout, but I don't feel no pain |
| Feel so lucky, spinning in the rain |
| I hear the shout, but I don't feel no pain |
| Absolutely |
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| in the rain |
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| The corner shops with scissor teeth |
| They're clippin' the life from weary me |
| I'm knockin' 'em down on HP Street |
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| Now the army band leads 'em in the train |
| That's some trombone and some refrain |
| The future points to the weathervane |
| In the pouring, pouring rain |
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| I hear the shout, but I don't feel no pain |
| Just a lucky stranger in the rain |
| I hear the shout, but I don't feel no pain |
| Absolutely |
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| in the rain |
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