Cowboy Junkies - Oregon Hill
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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
