Great Medford Oregon Potato Gun

The Great Medford Oregon Potato Gun Massacre

By Darryl Cherney

Intro: (G)...(F)(F#)(G) (F)(F#)(G)

(G) We were on a walk for the wild Siskiyou's
In (C7) southwest Oregon
(G) Trying to stop that Sugarloaf sale
That (C7) Boise Cascade won
(G) Some folks flashed us the peace sign
And (C7) some flipped us the bird
But we (G) kept on walking (C7) down that road
(D) Trying to spread the (G) word (F)(F#)(G) (F)(F#)(G)

(G) At the end of that 50-mile hike
We (C7) holed up in a church
(G) Thought it was a sanctuary
Wouldn't (C7) eave us in a lurch
When (G just about 11:30
We (C7) heard an awful thud
And (G) Annie the (C7) Anarchist
Got (D) hit by a potato (G) scud (F)(F#)(G)

Chorus:

And those po-(C7)tatoes were a-flying
And they (G) aimed them with such skill
We (C7) thought about throwing our bagels back
They were (D) hard enough to kill
It was (C7) midnight in Medford
It was (G) such a sight to (C7)see
It was the (G) great Medford, (C7) Oregon
Po-(D)tato Gun Massa-(G) cree (F)(F#)(G) (F)(F#)(G)

Now a potato gun is made just from
A pipe of PVC
Throw in a tater and some butane
Strike a match and count to three
Now the United Congregational
Church of Christ had known this well
Cause Pastor Robinson told us that
The neighbors came straight from hell
Now the neighbors shot at the retarded kids
The parishioners brought to school
And when they heard we were ecologists
They frothed and started to drool
They shined a spotlight to make us blind
Threw rocks at where we dozed
And they blasted the Pastors pick-up truck
With water from a swimming pool hose

Repeat Chorus

Now old Lou Gold just told us that
Coyote come to teach us a lesson
And when I asked Bob Stern how things were going
He said "People are obsessing"
Around 2 am, our hippie friend
Swan eagle said enough is enough
I've dealt with the Idaho Militia
These jerks can't be that tough
Now we were trying to be just like Ghandi
Walking in a peaceful mood
But I think that Mahatma woulda been shocked at
People who fought with food
And if Jesus had been looking down on that Church
He would have said
They would not crucify me today
They'd shoot me with potato's instead

Repeat chorus

Who Bombed Judy Bari

They Sure Don't Make Hippies Like They Used To

Timber

White Tribal Music

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