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
Rain rain rain
Pouring rain doesn?t bother me
Lead solo