Blitzen Trapper – Oregon Geography lyrics

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)