A few weeks back
When the sun turned black
No open fires and open rain near
Now the mountains are in flames
I'm cryin' to myself again
'Bout rusty blood and salty tears

Who is gonna put out the flames
Who will put out the flames
Who is gonna put out the flames
Who will pout out the flames
Who is gonna put out the flames
Who will put out the flames
Who will put out the flames

Chokin' on the smoke is better than chokin' on the rope
Is better than chokin' on your own
Typically these folk are prone to take a joke
But less so since you left our home

Who is gonna put out the flames
Who will put out the flames
Who is gonna put out the flames
Who will put out the flames
Who is gonna put out the flames
Who will put out the flames
Who will put out the flames

When Eagle Creek is on fire
Multnomah Falls is on fire
The whole damn state is on fire
Yeah, my heart is on fire
When Angels Rest is on fire
Ruckel Ridge is on fire
The whole damn country's on fire
Yeah my soul is on fire

Whiskey and lemonade
Doesn't quite dilute the pain
But it sure seems to thin the blood
And a gorge that's in flames
Is hardly dampened by the rain
Though the ashes soon will turn to mud
Who is gonna put out the flames
Who will put out the flames
Who will put out the flames

Who is gonna put out the flames
Who will put out the flames
Who will put out the flames

Who is gonna put out the flames
Who will put out the flames
Who will put out the flames