On up the valley there’s a mining claim.
An abandoned cabin under the cedars in the rain.
On summer nights we’d go there in 1987.
Me and Hannah would have a little piece of heaven.
On up the valley.
On up the valley there’s a wrecked rusted Chevy.
Twenty years ago someone went and wrapped it around a tree.
We’d fill it full of bullets and we’d rattle it with bee bees
Over the burms, down Forest Service Road 73.
On up the Valley
Danny found a hornets nest in the hood of that car.
And I found a birds nest way down below.
Fog in the river bottom, heat lightning in the mountains high,
On up the Valley, on up the road.