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  1. Oregon Blues

From the recording Hard To Be Free

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Lyrics

Oregon Blues
(for Irvin Watters of the Nez Perce Tribe)
words and music by Ben Evans

i feel most like me
when i'm listening to you
when that drum rings
i can feel the air move
and when i hear you sing
i know i will leave this body soon
i'll be drifting
like smoke
through the Oregon blues

well i'm leavin' before the first light
i'm goin' deep in the motherland
i'm gonna feed a few in my tribe
with my hands
i'm livin' outside of your time
i don't know if you can understand
this so-called wildlife--
it's not only for the white man

i'm up Joseph Creek
and a spike stepped out of the trees
i made a clean hit
and he dropped to his knees
and his friend wouldn't quit
just standin' up the breeze
that's when i thought of a few more kids
he probably wanted me to feed

i feel most like me
when i'm listening to you
when that drum rings
i can feel the air move
and when i hear you sing
i know i will leave this body soon
i'll be drifting
like smoke
through the Oregon blues yeah

now they want me in court
they say it's corporate land
but their memories are too short
to make their treaties stand
and i'm tired of this war
i'm tired of lyin' greedy plans
i just want to soar
to the sound of my band...

i feel most like me
when i'm listening to you
when that drum rings
i can feel the air move
and when i hear you sing
i know i will leave this body soon
i'll be drifting
like smoke
through the Oregon blues

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