The rich man rides the taxi
The poor man rides the train
The hobo walks the railroad tracks
but he gets there just the same
   Oh it ain't gonna rain no more no more
   It ain't gonna rain no more
   How in the heck gonna wash my neck
   It ain't gonna rain no more
It was midnight on the Ocean
Not a street car was in sight
I stepped into a cigar store to ask them for a light
The man behind the counter
was a woman old and gray
that use to peddle doughnuts
along the Santa fe
    Oh it ain't gonna rain no more no more
    it ain't gonna rain no more
    how in the heck gonna wash my neck
    it ain't gonna rain no more
                   --John and Bess Field (2010)