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