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