| Song | September In Seattle |
| Artist | Shawn Mullins |
| Album | Soul's Core |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Mullins | |
| September in | |
| SeattleWaitin' on a train | |
| I smoked my last cigarette | |
| Standin' in out of the rain | |
| There's a cool wind blowin' | |
| Down the alley by the depot | |
| Amtrak down the coastline | |
| To the city of the roses | |
| Mamas hangin' hand me downs | |
| Daddy's in the hotel bar | |
| Kids recitin' mother goose | |
| Runnin' naked through the yard | |
| See the best and the worst here | |
| The richest and the poor | |
| From the mansions on the hilltop | |
| To the red dirt floor, ohh ho | |
| Come on, come on | |
| Pull into the station | |
| The sun's settin' outside | |
| The pushers and the pullers | |
| Tryin' to take you for a ride | |
| Portland is a small town | |
| With a bitter city smile | |
| And as I walk these streets around | |
| I might just hang here for a while | |
| Come on quick |
| zuo ci : Mullins | |
| September in | |
| SeattleWaitin' on a train | |
| I smoked my last cigarette | |
| Standin' in out of the rain | |
| There' s a cool wind blowin' | |
| Down the alley by the depot | |
| Amtrak down the coastline | |
| To the city of the roses | |
| Mamas hangin' hand me downs | |
| Daddy' s in the hotel bar | |
| Kids recitin' mother goose | |
| Runnin' naked through the yard | |
| See the best and the worst here | |
| The richest and the poor | |
| From the mansions on the hilltop | |
| To the red dirt floor, ohh ho | |
| Come on, come on | |
| Pull into the station | |
| The sun' s settin' outside | |
| The pushers and the pullers | |
| Tryin' to take you for a ride | |
| Portland is a small town | |
| With a bitter city smile | |
| And as I walk these streets around | |
| I might just hang here for a while | |
| Come on quick |
| zuò cí : Mullins | |
| September in | |
| SeattleWaitin' on a train | |
| I smoked my last cigarette | |
| Standin' in out of the rain | |
| There' s a cool wind blowin' | |
| Down the alley by the depot | |
| Amtrak down the coastline | |
| To the city of the roses | |
| Mamas hangin' hand me downs | |
| Daddy' s in the hotel bar | |
| Kids recitin' mother goose | |
| Runnin' naked through the yard | |
| See the best and the worst here | |
| The richest and the poor | |
| From the mansions on the hilltop | |
| To the red dirt floor, ohh ho | |
| Come on, come on | |
| Pull into the station | |
| The sun' s settin' outside | |
| The pushers and the pullers | |
| Tryin' to take you for a ride | |
| Portland is a small town | |
| With a bitter city smile | |
| And as I walk these streets around | |
| I might just hang here for a while | |
| Come on quick |