Royal Pine: Music

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I was walking through Portland. It's all true.

The old Econolodge on Broadway burnt halfway down last Thursday.
Rooms 17 to 44 lay dark and charred and open like a week-old wound.

And some folks who don't mind the smell of other folks' unlucky hell
are shacking up inside Econo's walls,
for cheap rooms 'cause it's still close to the mall.

You can go by train, says the sign at Union Station.
I go by foot today.
'Cause Portland's mother nature's second son, Seattle's little sister
The chosen one.

There's no a lot for me downtown.
So I'll skip all the shopping malls.
I'm looking for the singing halls,
'cause Leo Kottke got to me on my last tour.

And you can have your pick of bridges,
from Fremont's gangly limbs, to Broadway's sacred southern hymns,
to all the lesser ones between the outs and the ins.


You can go by train, says the sign at Union Station.
I go by foot today.
'Cause Portland's mother nature's second son, Seattle's little sister
The chosen one.

This is where I go if I have to make a getaway.
Everybody's from some other place.
I'd fit right in with my joker's grin and my impish eye.
And nobody would know that I was from another island.

Your back yard is good as any.
We'll bake a pie of marionberry, drink some wine from Washington vines.
We don't mind the neighbor's naughty laundry line.
And you can call one hundred times, I've saved you one hundred dimes.
I'm walking with a notebook in my hand, this place'll break your heart and break your plans.


You can go by train, says the sign at Union Station.
I go by foot today.
'Cause Portland's mother nature's second son, Seattle's little sister
The chosen one.

You can go by train, says the sign at Union Station.
But tonight I go by foot.
Pack up in my minivan, say good bye Portland, hello Hollywoo.

Portland's mother nature's second son, Seattle's little sister
The chosen one.