All along the waterfront, the music fills the sky
You can see the people dancing, you can hear the guitars cry
You know it’s not the blues until you see the osprey fly.
There’s lightning in the smokestack and thunder on the drums
If you’re too shy to holler, at least you ought to hum
You know it’s not the blues until the crows come flying home.
You have your share of troubles, well I know what life can bring
Everything will be all right when you hear LaRhonda sing
Portland’s got the blues, yeah, the swifts are on the wing!
The blues are back, baby.
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