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