| (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 | Ab | 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 | Ab | 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 Abm 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 | Ab |
| 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 |