Boys out on the corner. The way they were before. But me I don't go down there. With my money anymore. Yeah I can still remember when. It used to kill the pain. But I woke up every mornin'. With a pocketful of rain. Ain't like it's been easy. I been up and down. And lately I can't seem to keep. My chin up off the ground. But I'd rather eat a pound of dirt than. Taste that taste again. And a world of hurt is better than. A pocket full of rain. Talk about the devil and up he jump. Down beside the levee on a hollow stump. Shakin' like a window girl in amsterdam. I don't wanna be no closer than I am. To tell you he's the devil. 'Cause I know all his names. And I know all his faces well. He's the devil just the same. He'll look you in the eye and lie. And promise anything. Leave you cold and empty as. A pocket full of rain