Oregon Geography
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I been [late] to a town on a roof with my girl A stark kind of beauty this view of the world To the south like a mouth The hills black as match Strange lights seen through sights Flew like devilish kites [to halves] Unknown, unfounded, unguessed, unnamed To the west is the river, black river's insane Where the tall grass trees hide you deep in the leaves Where the holy ghost roams like a swarming of bees Lost souls and strangers, beggars and grangers And gamblers and strangers, [drunk slain] and mangers And caves and on cliffs And holes the ground Some men make their mark yeah Some make not a sound Out east when the mountains Like a fangs they be toutin' Rockin' and fountain And darkness expounding Like wise men of old In the cold they be told Think twice or behold These [both] words sound like gold Up north is the fields Where the humble man kneels In the dirt, the soil The cold brings the boil yeah I worked in them fields Struggled under the sun With a [quota] and a gun 'Til my work there was done Then I slipped through the cracks Ended up on the tracks And I never looked back Slippin' [rhymes] like a maps See it all clear Through the haze of my mind [Huffin' glaze] through the town Take a hit, stay wound ([Rest] in the river) (Down through the hills) (Into the mountains) (And down through the hills) ([Rest] in the river) (Down through the hills) (Into the mountains) (And north to the wind) ([Rest] in the river) (Down through the hills) (Into the mountains) (And north to the wind) ([Rest] in the river) (Down through the hills) (Into the mountains) (And north to the wind yeah)
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- Eric Earley