September in Seattle - Shawn Mullins

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