Oregon Hill (M. Timmins/Cowboy Junkies) (from the album Black Eyed Man)
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
-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
-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
-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
-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
-7 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
-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,