| The Portland water they swillin' cold
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| And it swills my body but not not my soul
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| Oh the call up to Portland on the public telephone
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| Said it sure is rainin' here in the state of Oregon
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| Up in the canyon lookin' down on the river
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| And the wind come blowin' and it makes me shiver
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| Oh the call up to Portland on the public telephone
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| Said it sure is rainin' here in the state of Oregon
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| You see them injuns lookin down on the water
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| They say the river is the spirit’s daughter
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| Oh the call up to Portland on the public telephone
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| Said it sure is rainin' here in the state of Oregon
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| Honey honey honey honey whatcha tryin' to do
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| Why don’t you signal when you are through
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| Oh the call up to Portland on the public telephone
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| Said it sure is rainin' here in the state of Oregon
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| You can see quite a ways on the great hillside
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| And the people there livin' where the injuns died
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| Oh the call up to Portland on the public telephone
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| Said it sure is rainin' here in the state of Oregon |