About three miles from border town, the Cali^Cfornia-Nevada lin^Ge The mo^Grning sun does rise and fall, and the ^Fmidnight wind it does whistle and wind Like a ^Gdust cloud from the flatland with the ^Cforce of the mountain be^Ghind Stood in ^Cfront of me, a ^Gvision to see, with her ^Fthumb aimed to the s^Gky Yes she ^Gjumped inside and spoke her name, Cecelia ^CDee from Abil^Gene I ^Gcaught her eye, as I was hypnotized, like a ^Ffire fed with kerosene ^GJust one look, that was all it took, I was ^Ctrying to put up a good fight but I was ^Ghooked ^C“Down the road a way” ^Gshe said to me, “and then we'll ^Fsee how far we ^Ggo”

^GSteep grade, sharp curves, a ^Ctreacherous stretch of ^Ghighway ^GPut me in a tailspin that I ^Djust might never get ^Gout of ^GSteep grade, sharp curves, ^Csaid she was going ^Gmy way ^CWishin' now till my ^Gdying day that ^FI had never be^Glieved her

^GThere began the night of my life with the ^Ccheap cocaine and ^Gneon lights ^GMy vision, my lungs, and reality blurred, no ^Fheaven or hell, no wrong or right ^GStuck my face to her hands and ^Ckissed me like none ever be^Gfore Said ^Cdo what you want, ^Gdo what you will, but ^Fdon't you dare leave me t^Gonight

^GSteep grade, sharp curves, a ^Ctreacherous stretch of ^Ghighway ^GPut me in a tailspin that I ^Djust might never get ^Gout of ^GSteep grade, sharp curves, ^Csaid she was going ^Gmy way ^CWishin' now till my ^Gdying day that ^FI had never be^Glieved her

^GNow it's three days later the time doesn't matter, just ^Ctell me where's my watch and my ^Gcash ^GForgive me please for how I might have behaved, for I ^Fcan't seem to remember what happened last ^GShe was like a dream, one heaven scheme, Cecelia ^CDee from Abile^Gne ^CLast thing I remember she was ^Gsmilin' like the devil and ^Flaughing like all hell As she rode out of ^Gsight

^GSteep grade, sharp curves, a ^Ctreacherous stretch of ^Ghighway ^GPut me in a tailspin that I ^Djust might never get ^Gout of ^GSteep grade, sharp curves, ^Csaid she was going ^Gmy way ^CWishin' now till my ^Gdying day that ^FI had never be^Glieved her

^Fwoo ooooh ^Gooooh ^CWishin' now till my ^Gdying day that ^FI had never believ^Ged her

Yonder Mountain String Band - Steep grade sharp curves