| I’ve been up all night driving in the pouring rain
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| I’ve got three hundred miles 'til we get back to my babe
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| She shredded last love letter
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| Talking Pacific northwestern blues
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| I been down in Arizona and, baby, I’m a-coming home
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| I been down in the desert and, baby, I’m a-dry to the bone
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| Talking Pacific northwestern blues
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| Still ain’t made the mountains, temperature’s starting to drop
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| Might get a little messy, but I’ll make it with a little luck
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| Always fighting the weather
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| Pacific northwestern blues
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| Well after the rain, after the rain comes fog
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| Driving twenty miles an hour, practically at a crawl
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| Call my baby up and tell her
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| Talking Pacific northwestern blues
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| Now passing through Pendleton, then come the snow
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| It’s only a fool would be out on this road
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| Here I go getting clever
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| Pacific northwestern blues
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| I see the city lights up ahead in the stormy night
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| But we’re moving so slow I’m about to lose my mind
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| Things can only get better
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| Talking Pacific northwestern blues
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| And now just off the highway, rain’s coming down
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| Get to my road and the whole damn thing’s washed out
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| Now more than ever
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| Talking Pacific northwestern blues
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| Now more than ever
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| Talking Pacific northwestern blues |