Biografia:
The Cowboy Junkies é uma banda canadense de rock alternativo, com ênfase folk e country, formada em 1985 em Toronto, Canada, pelos irmãos Michael (guitarra), Peter (bateria) e Margo Timmins (vocal), além de Alan Anton (baixo).
O primeiro álbum da banda, Whites Off Earth, com uma forte inspiração blues, foi gravado na garagem dos Timmins e produzido pelo produtor canadense Peter Moore. Seu lançamendo se deu em 1986, o mesmo ano em que a banda saiu em turnê pelo sul dos Estados Unidos.
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Outras músicas:
- Sweet Jane
- 200 More Miles
- A Common Disaster
- A Horse In The Country
- Angel Mine
- Cause Cheap Is How I Feel
- Close My Eyes
- Cowboy Junkies Lament
- Escape Is So Simple
- Fuck I Hate The Cold
- Good Friday
- He Will Call You Baby
- Hold On To Me
- Hollow As A Bone
- If You Were The Woman
- Im So Lonesome I Could Cry
- Lament
- Lay It Down
- Lonely Sinking Feeling
- Lost My Driving Wheel
- Misguided Angel
- Murder Tonight In The Trailer Park
- Musical Key
- My Wild Child
- No Long Journey Home
- One Soul Now
- Oregon Hill
- Pale Sun
- Renmin Park
- Ring On The Sill
- River Waltz
- Sad To See The Season Go
- Simon Keeper
- Something More Besides You
- Southern Rain
- Sun Comes Up Its Tuesday Morning
- The Last Spike
- The Slide
- Thirty Summers
- This Street That Man This Life
- Those Final Feet
- Thousand Year Prayer
- To Hunting Ground From City
- To Lay Me Down
- To Live Is To Fly
- To Love Is To Bury
- Where Are You Tonight
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Oregon Hill (M. Timmins/Cowboy Junkies)
(from the album Black Eyed Man)
Submitted by Steve Scowden ([email protected])
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
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#This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the #
#song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. #
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Oregon Hill (M. Timmins/Cowboy Junkies)
(from the album Black Eyed Man)
Submitted by Steve Scowden ([email protected])
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
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