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Rain falls relentless on these streets, chill you to the very boneit's coming down tonight in Portland town and folks are warm inside their homesTrina she came from Missouri, after her mother passed onto get away from her old man who needed someone to take it out on. So she took up with the crusty boys in their fingerless glovesher in the Oregon streets she found a family again to loveand they dumpstered their food, snuck into the shows, took what shelter they could findnever once did she regret leaving the life she left behindyour friends become your family and lighten a heavy loadwith Abbey and DC Louise she was a sister of the roadTrina fell for a punk named Silver from Southern Illinoiswho'd been living on the streets of the West COast since he was a 13 year old boyhe knew every free meal in Stumptown, every dry place to keep warmand he'd take her to 'em when the darkness fell and they'd lie in each others armsSilver hustled now and again in the backs of drunk mens carsscars ran up and down his arms like the tracks in the railyardswhen he'd offer it to her, you know she never once took itbeneath the I-5 viaduct his teeth clenched to a tourniquetone day the cops found his body by the train tracks where he'd hop the line to FriscoBut for the last year of his life, he loved a sister of the road...Trina found her way up off the streets and works in a clinic downtownall the kids she used to know well she never sees them aroundbut there are more where they came from cast aside and left behindwalking down a lonely street and strung out on the linefor the old hoboes, the migrant laborers, the lost and wayward teensthere's a place where a buck twenty five will get you a plate of eggs and beansand there is nothing like a cup of coffee when the winter winds blow coldyou can find them down in old town on 6th, the Sisters of the Road... From Letras Mania