Oregon Hill Cowboy Junkies
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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 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 some Monday morning, no country song
Will sing me home again
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 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 some Monday morning, no country song
Will sing me home again
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