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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 
mama's hangin hand me downs 
daddy's 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 around 
I might just hang here for a while

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