Rose City

Way down southern Ontario Where the air gets sticky on the county roads Cicadas hummin' and the corn grows high I know just what I wanna do tonight. Gonna sip a little rye and talk about the times We'll get a little crooked and we'll get a little high We'll get a little crooked and we'll get a little high We're takin er easy in the warm sunshine Hey pretty mama don't bother tryin' Cause me and the boys will be up all night Sippin that rye, talkin' bout the times I won't be home until the mornin' light There's a little city at the end of the road Where the Detroit river and the whiskey flows Now she ain't pretty but to me she's gold And she's always gonna be my home. Now it's just about time in the afternoon Where the mean green clouds come rollin' through Now we're out on the porch it's a hell of a view Just to watch her as she rolls on by And we'll sip a little rye and talk about the times We'll get a little crooked and we'll get a little high We'll get a little crooked and we'll get a little high We're takin er easy in the lightning strikes Hey pretty mama don't bother tryin' Cause me and the boys will be up all night Sippin that rye, talkin' bout the times I won't be home until the mornin' light Sippin that rye, talkin' bout the times I won't be home until the mornin' light