Oregon Hill

The hoods are up on

Pine Street

Rear ends lifted too

The great-grandsons of

General Robert

E. LeeAre makin' love with a little help from

STPTheir women on the porches, comparin' 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 lyin' in'

Cause to the north there is a prison

Which I've come to call my home

But come Monday mornin', no country song

Will sing me home again

And Suzy says she's up there

Cutting carrots still

Suzy says she's missing me

So I'm missing

Oregon Hill

Sunday mornin', 8

A.M.Sirens fill the air

Sounds like someone made the river

Sounds like someone being born again

Me, I'm just lyin' here in

Suzy's bed

Baptists celebratin' with praises to the

LordRednecks doin' it with gin

Me and Suzy, we're just celebrating

The joys of sleepin' in

Because tomorrow

I'll be home again

But Suzy says she'll wait there

Cutting carrots by the window sill

Suzy says, "Always think of meWhen you think of Oregon Hill"