This song was mostly written on a train ride Down the west coast while on tour. hadn't Ridden a train since I was a kid...
September in seattle Waiting on a train I smoked my last cigarette Standing in out of the rain There's a cool wind blowin Down the alley by the depot Amtrak down the coastline To the city of the roses Mam's hangin hand me downs Daddy1s in the hotel bar Kids reciting mother goose Running naked through the yard You see the best and the worst here The richest and the poor From the mansions on the hilltop To the red dirt floor Pull into the station The sun's settin outside The pushers and the pullers Tryin to take you for a ride Portland is a small town With a bitter city smile And as I walk these streets wround I might just hang here for a while
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