The rusty pot bubbles, the bottle goes 'round Did you hear about Blackie? He flagged the westbound The young ones drift off to get drunk in their dreams The old men sip coffee and stare through the steam

Hood River, roll on There's so much to remember The old times are gone Hood River, roll on

The fire's knocked down, the balloons are all packed They're coughin' and flappin' along the steel track The green kid remembers the old man's advice He unrolls his bedroll and rolls it up nice

Hood River, roll on There's so much to remember The old times are gone Hood River, roll on

The box rumbles up on a black cinder grade Some tumble inside, the others just wave 'Til scattered by smoke or the crunch of the shack But no one looks up and no one looks back

Hood River, roll on There's so much to remember The old times are gone Hood River, roll on

May your long apple valleys stay green through the fall And your magic white mountain watch over us all Lead your old appleknockers in out of the snow Let your rubber tramps ride where the trains never go

Hood River, roll on There's so much to remember The old times are gone Hood River, roll on