| Black ice on the highway won’t you slide me right back home
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| I been climbin' through the mountains, I been cutting through the snow
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| Well I’m on my way to Stumptown where I got a lot of friends
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| Where your drinks are never dry, where the sidewalks always wet, so
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| Take me back where I won’t get pushed around
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| Where all the girls are beautiful, and everyone is down
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| It’s a pretty little city, it’s a damn dirty town
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| Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah
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| We’re Portland bound
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| Now I’ve been out a ramblin teaching lessons I been learnin
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| In the deserts and the canyons, with the smell of diesel burnin
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| Not everyone I meet is always kind and understandin
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| So I’ll spit into the wind, grab the wheel until we’ve landed
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| Right back there where I won’t get pushed around
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| Where all the girls are beautiful, and everyone is down
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| It’s a pretty little city, it’s a damn dirty town
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| Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah
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| We’re Portland bound
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| Now I’ve rode a lot of roads, and seen a great and many places
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| But I long to be right back among the strange and rain stained faces |
| Where living free and easy is the general consensus
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| And ya still can raise a smile from all the hip and the pretentious |