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Pretty Girl from Oregon Hill

I told myself that no one has the answers
it was just a way of lying to myself
so when a pretty girl from Oregon Hill
said come and stay with me well I obliged

We had so many cats it was like a shelter
I brought my things from California
I brought a friend to help me make a record
But he fled back home when the winter
it arrived

And the pretty girl
she came from Oregon Hill
she by me and for this
I owe her my life

And the pretty girl
she came from Oregon Hill
she waited tables all through
the winter

In wooden house we called big dirty yellow
the only heat it came from kerosene
in the middle of the night
we’d walk down to the old part of town
they called gunsmoke
to buy more kerosene

And the streets they were lined with ancient buildings
porticos straight from the gilded age
opulent poverty broken down and half abandoned
you could almost see the ghosts
in the window frames

And the pretty girl
she came from Oregon Hill
we danced in the ruins of
the planter’s mansions

And the pretty girl
she came from Oregon Hill
the boxwoods they shone
silver in the moonlight

Went to visit your mother in Annapolis
she lived in house that was older than the
United States
You father works at The White House now
So baby why you keeping me around
sweet that you’re down here slumming it with me
sweet that you’re down here slumming it with me.