Yreka Handoff

At the top of the hill
We'll roll down again daddy
At the top of the hill we'll roll down
The tires won't hold
The rubber is old
At the top of the hill we'll roll down

When the morning comes on
You'll be gone again daddy
When the morning time comes you'll be gone
Moving on down the road
You'll have lightened your load
When the morning time comes you'll be gone

At the top of the hill
We'll roll down again daddy
At the top of the hill we'll roll down
With your hand on the throttle
Like the neck of the bottle
At the top of the hill we'll roll down

In the next little town
You'll look back for a minute
In the next little town you'll look back
Things in the mirror
Closer than they appear
In the next little town you'll look back

At the top of the hill you'll
Roll down again daddy
At the top of the hill you'll roll down
One last farewell in a dark hotel
At the top of the hill you'll roll down
All alone on the cross
The Yreka handoff
At the top of the hill you'll roll down