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 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 Hammers beat in dusty times On these weedy, rusted lines Mocking the sun and optimistic signs Above the chained-up gates of iron 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 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 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 [?] in the rain The corner shops with scissor teeth They're clippin' the life from weary me I'm knockin' 'em down on HP Street 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 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 [?] in the rain