D.B. Cooper

D.B. Cooper was forty-three when we first heard his name
Forty-seven miles away from where he fell down to his fame
But he told me that the hardest part
Wasn’t really jumping out of that plane
It was spending the night
Watching those lights
Shine down through the pouring rain
They had a manhunt that next morning
Like nothing I had ever seen
I was only eight years old at the time
Watching on the TV screen
They were saying he was never goin' to make it now
Now that daylight had set in
But later that night
They were shining those lights
Down on the mountain again
Not far away from the City of Roses
They all watched those lights up through the rain
For D.B. Cooper
So the cops blocked off all the exit roads
And they turned loose all of their hounds
They even dragged the river up a couple of times
To see if he had drowned
With all those men working overtime
They swore they would bring him down
But a parachute and a few hundred dollars
Is all that they’ve ever found
Not far away from the City of Roses
They all watched those lights up through the rain
Now, some people say that he died up there
Somewhere in the rain and the wind
Other people say that he got away
But then his girlfriend did him in
The lawmen say if he’s out there
Some day they’re goin' to drag him in
As for me, I hope they never see
Ol' D.B. Cooper again
Not far away from the City of Roses
Lights shine from a house out in the rain
It was D.B. Cooper
Drinking champagne
He’s drinking champagne
He’s drinking champagne