(strummer)
I could see as I rode in
The ships were gone and the pit fell in (inaudible)
A funeral bell tolled the hour in
A lonely drunkard slumbering
Not even the twang of the guitar
Not even the siren wail of pain
Not even the shadows of desire
Caught in the pouring pouring rain
Breeze black windows on dead street
Where I was lived up on the cheap
(yeah, say!) Ask no questions, work and sleep
'til the old tango that's on date street
I can hear the sharpen of the pain
Some lucky stranger in the rain
Hear the shouting of the rain
Lucky stranger... in the rain!
Hammers beat in dusty times
On these weedy rusted lines
Mocking the sun and optimistic signs
All these weedy gates of iron
The sun won't shine my way again
My lucky moon was on the wane
Oh I never saw a star again
In the pouring pouring rain
A salty band played in the train
A sad trombone and some refrain
The future pointed to the weather vane
The old calypso died of shame
I hear the shouting of the pain
Some lucky stranger in the rain
Hear the shouting of the pain
Lucky stranger - pouring rain
Pouring rain!
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