#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## # #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------# Oregon Hill (M. Timmins/Cowboy Junkies) (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 pinkie added on 2nd fret of 2nd string, then sliding my pinkie up to the 3rd fret. Of course, there may be better way.) E- E6 -E7 riff The hoods are up on Pine Street, rearends lifted, too The great-grandsons of General Robert E. Lee F#m 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 F#m F#m7 you can always find some more A E- E6 -E7 but what I remember most, is the color of Susie's door C#m G# A E And Susie says she's up there, cutting carrots still E B Am 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 F#m F#m7 A graveyard to the west of it all A E- E6 -E7 The child may soon be lying in it A E Cause to the north there is a prison, A E which I've come to call my home A E but come Monday morning, no country song, B A E will sing me home again C#m G# A E 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 F#m F#m7 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 A E Baptists celebrating with praises to the lord A E Rednecks doin' it with gin A E B A E 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. C#m G# Susie says she'll wait there, A E cutting carrots by the window sill E B Am Susie says always think of me, F#m E- E6 -E7 when you think of, Oregon Hill