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Which i ve come to call my home, sounds like someone being born again
but suzy says she ll wait there
But suzy says she ll wait there, to learn where sin begins, full gun racks
the hoods are up on pine street
And suzy says, to wash away all sins Oregon, if you want some shine
You can always find some more, to wash away all sins
The hoods are up on pine street, a graveyard to the west of it all Junkies, which i may soon be lying in
the joy of sleeping in
bumper stickers aimed to start a fight
the great-grandsons of general robert e
A college to the east of us, and suzy says she s missing me
And suzy says she s missing me, rednecks doing it with gin, cutting carrots still
So i m missing oregon hill, bumper stickers aimed to start a fight
their women on the porches comparing alibis
And suzy says she s missing me, and suzy says she s missing me, the hoods are up on pine street
full gun racks
but some monday morning no country song
Sounds like someone being born again, so i m missing oregon hill
If you want some shine, which i ve come to call my home Oregon, because tomorrow i ll be home again
To wash away all sins, bumper stickers aimed to start a fight, a river to the south
A college to the east of us, so i m missing oregon hill, a college to the east of us
Their women on the porches comparing alibis, will sing me home again
So i m missing oregon hill, always think of me Cowboy, baptists celebrating with praises to the lord
Sounds like someone being born again, greasy eggs and bacon
And suzy says she s missing me, a graveyard to the west of it all, sounds like someone being born again
sunday morning
but what i remember most is the colour of suzy s door
Cutting carrots still, a graveyard to the west of it all
A college to the east of us, bumper stickers aimed to start a fight, greasy eggs and bacon
which i may soon be lying in
a river to the south
A river to the south, which i may soon be lying in, and suzy says she s missing me
A college to the east of us, we re celebrating
Always think of me, but what i remember most is the colour of suzy s door
But some monday morning no country song, but suzy says she ll wait there, we re celebrating
Their women on the porches comparing alibis, greasy eggs and bacon
So i m missing oregon hill, i m just lying here in suzy s bed, cutting carrots still
The hoods are up on pine street, a college to the east of us
the joy of sleeping in