We wrote our names in the tunnel back when Coos Bay was as far away as we'd ever been Pine trees climbing up winding hills Fishing boats and paper mills
Multnomah County's where I come from Hometown to Bigfoot and the Burnside bums Rain clouds hangin' down low and grey God knows I wish it would have rained today
Tonight I've got those old Rose City blues Tonight I've got those old Rose City blues
Tonight I'm drivin' through some other town Radio on with the windows down Old song comes on from a long time ago How on earth did that DJ know ?
Tonight I've got those old Rose City blues Tonight I've got those old Rose City blues
Rain rain rain Pouring rain doesn't bother me
We wrote our names in the tunnel back then And last night we went down and did it again One sip too many from that old loving cup Rose City people never do grow up
Tonight I've got those old Rose City blues Tonight I've got those old Rose City blues