Frank don't mind the rain, he kind of digs the sound But Portland in November can sometimes get you down When you're standing in the doorway, trying to keep out of the cold And no one's looking your way, and you got no bills to fold Well Frank, he don't like begging, but he could use a buck or two Get a bed down at the Mission, maybe sleep a whole night through And dream about Maria, a girl that he once knew We all need a little sunshine We all need a little sunshine Everybody needs a little sunshine Too many days, dark and gray We need a little sunshine Well Frank touched down at Pioneer Square, June of 69 He thumbed here up the West Coast to get the war off of his mind And that's where he met Maria, and she made him feel so fine Singing, we all need a little sunshine She was singing, we all need a little sunshine Everybody needs a little sunshine Love was free, and so was she Singing in the sunshine, sweet sunshine Guitar solo Frank wakes up at sunrise, and he hears a distant train He finds a piece of cardboard in the alley by the drain He writes his message, black and bold, and remembers why he came here We all need a little sunshine We all need a little sunshine Everybody needs a little sunshine I can't take another day, dark and gray We need a little sunshine We all need a little sunshine We all need We all need a little sunshine Just a little sunshine We all need a little sunshine Everybody needs We all need A little sunshine We all need a little sunshine Yeah, we all need We all need a little sunshine Everybody needs Everybody needs a little sunshine The freight don't mind the rain He kinda digs the sound