boys out on the corner the way they were before but me i dont 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 ain t like its been easy i been up and down and lately i cant seem to keep my chin up off the ground but id 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 shaking like a window girl in amsterdam i dont want to be no closer than i am to tell you hes the devil because i know all his names i know all his faces well hes the devil just the same and hell 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