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.