Oregon Hill - Live

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
 And Suzy says she's up there
 cutting carrots still
 And Suzy says she's missing me
 so I'm 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, I'm just lying here in Suzy's bed
 Baptists celebrating with praises to the Lord,
 rednecks doing it with gin
 Me and Suzy, we're celebrating
 the joy of sleeping in
 because tomorrow I'll be home again
 But Suzy says she'll wait there
 cutting carrots by the window sill
 And Suzy says, 'Always think of me
 when you think of Oregon Hill'