Rose City

Snider

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