Portland Street Blues
Baby well don’t stop talking to me
Baby well don’t stop talking to me
I need your feed in on everything I do and say
Got the Portland street blues, blues you can’t touch or see.
what happened there it’s hard to say
But the guilt and shame still lingers there today
Every mothers son was changed
It was like catching the wrong train
Yah the Portland street blues, blues you can’t touch or see.
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Baby well don’t stop talking to me
Baby well don’t stop talking to me
I need your feed in on everything I do and say
Got the Portland street blues, blues you can’t touch or see.
For the little boy’s there was no one to ask
but the sexual innuendoes left them trashed
all perched on the fence waiting escape
as time it darkened you could call it rape
I call it the Portland street blues, blues you can’t touch or see
Chorus
Baby well don’t stop talking to me
Baby well don’t stop talking to me
I need your feed in on everything I do and say
Got the Portland street blues, blues you can’t touch or see.