Oregon Hill — текст песни (cowboy junkies)

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 stp

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 colour of suzys door



And suzy says shes up there

Cutting carrots still

And suzy says shes missing me

So Im 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 Ive come to call my home,

But some monday morning no country song

Will sing me home again



And suzy says shes up there

Cutting carrots still

And suzy says shes missing me

So Im missing oregon hill



Sunday morning, eight a.m.,

Sirens fill the air

Sounds like someone made the river

Sounds like someone being born again

Me, Im just lying here in suzys bed



Baptists celebrating with praises to the lord,

Rednecks doing it with gin

Me and suzy, were celebrating

The joy of sleeping in

Because tomorrow Ill be home again



But suzy says shell wait there

Cutting carrots by the window sill

And suzy says, always think of me

When you think of oregon hill