Cowboy Junkies - Oregon Hill Lyrics
The hoods are up on pine street,Rear ends lifted tooThe great-grandsons of general robert e. leeAre making love with a little help from stpTheir women on the porches comparing alibisGreasy eggs and bacon,Bumper stickers aimed to start a fight,Full gun racks, confederate caps,If you want some shineWell, you can always find some more,But what I remember most is the colour of suzys doorAnd suzy says shes up thereCutting carrots stillAnd suzy says shes missing meSo Im missing oregon hillA river to the southTo wash away all sinsA college to the east of usTo learn where sin beginsA graveyard to the west of it allWhich I may soon be lying incause to the north there is a prisonWhich Ive come to call my home,But some monday morning no country songWill sing me home againAnd suzy says shes up thereCutting carrots stillAnd suzy says shes missing meSo Im missing oregon hillSunday morning, eight a.m.,Sirens fill the airSounds like someone made the riverSounds like someone being born againMe, Im just lying here in suzys bedBaptists celebrating with praises to the lord,Rednecks doing it with ginMe and suzy, were celebratingThe joy of sleeping inBecause tomorrow Ill be home againBut suzy says shell wait thereCutting carrots by the window sillAnd suzy says, always think of meWhen you think of oregon hill
