September in Seattle
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
Written by: SHAWN MULLINS
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