(strummer)



I could see as i rode in

The ships were gone and the pit fell in

A funeral bell tolled the hour in

A lonely drunkard slumbering



Not the twang of the guitar

Not even the siren wail of pain

Not the shadows of desire

Caught in the pouring pouring rain



Breeze black windows on date street

Where i was raised 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 sharpen of the rain

Lucky stranger ... in the rain



Hammers beat in dusty times

On these weedy rusted lines

Mocking the sun and optomistic signs

All these weedy gates of iron



The sun won't shine my way again

Lucky moon was on the wane

Oh i'll never see a star again

In the pouring pouring rain



A salty band played for the train

A sad trombone and some refrain

The future pointed to the weather vane

The old calypso died of shame



I hear the sharpen of the pain

Some lucky stranger in the rian

Hear the sharpen of the pain

Lucky stranger pouring rain



Pouring rain !!!