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'