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Lord Take Me Back to Portland

2000 Dharamsala, India




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I got dung on the left from the cow on my right
A monkey's in my room stealin' everything in sight
My karma's in the toilet, my dharma keeps it there
The woman in the robe, she ain't got no hair

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So how did I ever get to Delhi
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Whatever was I thinkin' when I left
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Lord take me back to Portland
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And I swear I'll never take another step


That cabbie passed me by for the 15th time tonight
The cheese that waiter served me I think it came to life
I seen so many churches I got Jesus on my brain
They're pissin' in the streets where there ain't no drain

So how did I ever get to Paris
Whatever was I thinkin' when I left
Lord take me back to Portland
And I swear I'll never take another step


I haven't had a drink in about a month or so
The sun's so damn hot, my head's about to blow
The camel's stoppin' traffic and he's working for a con
The cop he stole my money just to have some fun

So how did I ever get to Tangier
Whatever was I thinkin' when I left
Lord take me back to Portland
And I swear I'll never take another step


The music's so tinny it makes my ears bleed
So many people at the bus stop I never get a seat
The signs don't make no sense and they're crossin' up my mind
They're made of funky characters  - they read 'em from behind

So how did I ever get to Taipei
Whatever was I thinkin' when I left
Lord take me back to Portland
And I swear I'll never take another step

(Jam)



Well I made it back to Portland and I'm lyin' in my bed
Got a hundred eighty channels all racin' through my head
Discovery channel tells me bout the forest in Brazil
Got no money in my pocket but I'm lookin' for a thrill

So how can I ever get to Rio
I'll even work a boat across the sea
What am I doing in Portland
With a big old world at my feet

Now how can I ever get to Rio
I'll even work a boat across the sea
What am I doing in Portland baby
With a big old world at my feet
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A big old world at my feet
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There's a big old world at your feet


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