作词 : Betts, Case, Connelly, Ramberg ...
I wanna tell you about my hometown
It's a dusty old jewel in the 
South Puget 
SoundWell, the factories churn and the timbers all cut down
And life goes by slow in 
TacomaPeople they laugh when they hear you're from my town
They say it's a sour and used up old place
I defended its honor, shrugged off the putdowns
You know that you're poor from 
TacomaThe buildings are empty like ghettos or ghostowns
It gives me a chill to think what was inside
I can't seem to fathom the dark of my history
I invented my own in 
TacomaThere was nothing to put me in love with the good life
I'm in league with the the gangs and the guns and the crime
There was no hollow promise that life would reward you
There was nowhere to hide in 
TacomaPeople who built it, they loved it like 
I doThere was hope in the train yards that something inspired
Once was I on it but it's been painted shut
I found passion for life in 
TacomaWell, 
I don't make it home much, 
I sadly neglect you
But that's how you like it away from the world
God bless 
California, make way for the 
Wal-MartI hope they don't find you 
Tacoma