Oregon Hill [Live] Lyrics
The hoods are up on Pine Street, rear ends lifted too
The great-grandsons of General Robert E. Lee
Are making love with a little help from S.T.P
Their women on the porches, comparing alibis
Greasy eggs and bacon, bumper stickers aimed to start a fight
Full gun racks, Confederate caps
If you want some shine well, you can always find some more
But what I remember most is the color of Suzy's door
And Suzy says she's up there
Cutting carrots still
And Suzy says she's missing me
So I'm missing Oregon Hill
A river to the south to wash away all sins
A college to the east of us to learn where sin begins
A graveyard to the west of it all
Which I may soon be lying in
'Cause to the north there is a prison
Which I've come to call my home
But come Monday morning
No country song will sing me home again
And Suzy says she's up there
Cutting carrots still
And Suzy says she's missing me
So I'm missing Oregon Hill
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Sunday morning, eight a.m., sirens fill the air
Sounds like someone near the river
Sounds like someone being born again
Me, I'm just lying here in Suzy's bed
Baptists celebrating with praises to the Lord
Rednecks doing it with gin
Me and Suzy, we're just celebrating the joys of sleeping in
Because tomorrow I'll be home again
But Suzy says she'll wait for me
Cutting carrots by the window sill
And Suzy says, "Always think of me
When you think of Oregon Hill"
