Experience in the streets of Portland

As I walked out in the streets of Portland
As I walked out in Portland one night

I remembered a drummer all wrapped in bright paisley
Wrapped up in bright paisley, koolest drummer in sight

I see by your outfit that you're experienced
These words he did say bold as love I strolled by

Come strum beside me and hear my sad story
I once kissed the sky and must now fade away

Oh beat the drum slowly and strum guitar lowly
Play grateful dead march as you carry Mitch along

Take him to Maui out by Haleakala
for he's Jimi's drummer, we miss him, so long