Oregon Hill

(from the album Black Eyed Man)

Submitted by Steve Scowden (steve.scowden@sf.jwtworld.com)

Corrections/improvements welcome.

(I'm playing this song with a E- E6 -E7 riff through most of the verses. That is, an E, then an E with my pinkie added on 2nd fret of 2nd string, then sliding my pinkie up to the 3rd fret. Of course, there may be a better way.)

E- E6 -E7 riff

The hoods are up on Pine Street, rearends lifted, too

The great-grandsons of General Robert E. Lee

are makin' love with a little help from STP

A E- E6 -E7

Their women on the porches, comparin' alibis

(E- E6 -E7 riff)

Greasy eggs & bacon, bumper stickers aimed to start a fight

Folk in wrecks, confederate caps, if you want some shine well

you can always find some more

A E- E6 -E7

but what I remember most, is the color of Susie's door

And Susie says she's up there, cutting carrots still

Susie says she's missing me

F#m E- E6 -E7

so I'm missing, Oregon Hill

(E- E6 -E7 riff)

A river to the south, to wash away all sin

A college to the east of us, to learn where sin begins

A graveyard to the west of it all

A E- E6 -E7

The child may soon be lying in it

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

Susie says she's up there, cutting carrots still

E B Am F#m E- E6 -E7

Susie says she's missing me, so I'm missing, Oregon Hill

(E- E6 -E7 riff)

Sunday morning, 8 a.m., sirens fill the air

Sounds like someone made the river

Sounds like someone being born again

A G#m F#m E- E6 -E7

But me, I'm just lyin' here in Susie's bed

Baptists celebrating with praises to the lord

Rednecks doin' it with gin

Me and Susie, we're just celebrating, the joys of sleepin' in,

F#m A E- E6 -E7

because tomorrow, I'll be home again.

Susie says she'll wait there,

cutting carrots by the window sill

Susie says always think of me,

F#m E- E6 -E7

when you think of, Oregon Hill