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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 morning
With a pocketful of rain

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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

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Talk about the devil and up he jump
Down beside the levee on a hollow stump
Shaking like a window girl in Amsterdam
I don’t want to be no closer than I am
To tell you he’s the devil
Because I know all his names
I know all his faces well
He’s the devil just the same
And he’ll look you in the eye and lie
And promise anything
Leave you cold and empty
Like a pocket full of rain
A pocket full of rain
A pocket full of rain