Steep Grade, Sharp Curves

Written By: Jeff Austin
Appears on: The Show, Mountain Tracks Vol. 3, Songs from the Tin Shed
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About three miles from border town, the California-Nevada line
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The morning sun does rise and fall, and the midnight wind it does whistle and wind
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Like a dust cloud from the flatland with the force of the mountain behind
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Stood in front of me, a vision to see, with her thumb aimed to the sky
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Yes she jumped inside and spoke her name, Cecelia Dee from Abilene
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I caught her eye, as I was hypnotized, like a fire fed with kerosene
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Just one look, that was all it took, I was trying to put up a good fight but I was hooked
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“Down the road a way” she said to me, “and then we'll see how far we go”

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Steep grade, sharp curves, a treacherous stretch of highway
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Put me in a tailspin that I just might never get out of
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Steep grade, sharp curves, said she was going my way
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Wishin' now till my dying day that I had never believed her

There began the night of my life with the cheap cocaine and neon lights
My vision, my lungs, and reality blurred, no heaven or hell, no wrong or right
Stuck my face to her hands and kissed me like never before
Said do what you want, but don't you dare leave me tonight


Now it's three days later and the time doesn't matter, just tell me where's my watch and my cash
Forgive me please for how I might have behaved, for I can't seem to remember what happened
She was like a dream, one heaven scheme, Cecelia Dee from Abilene
Last thing I remember she was smilin' like the devil and laughing like all hell
As she rode out of sight


Wishin' now till my dying day that I had never believed her