Heard you're living in the lost cabin, far behind the mystery trees.

The day you left me in San Bernadino I was scoping out some five and dime,
While I was lifting a couple of kick-knacks, you split in that old Plymouth of mine,
You always claimed there's still gold 'round Yreka and 49er blood in your veins,
Today I'm gonna breathe in the hickory wind and catch me a couple of trains.

Swear I'll find you somehow, my darling,
Don't expect it'll be a breeze,
Heard you're living in the lost cabin, far behind the mystery trees.

It's said our treasure's where our heart is,
It took your leaving to straighten me out,
And to see, without love, I am nothing but a desert in an endless drought,
I'm finally heading up there to the North Coast, giving the cops the slip,
Swearing off cheap wine and petty crime, and following a pretty good tip.

Swear I'll find you somehow, my darling,
I'll even crawl on my hands and knees,
Heard you're living in the lost cabin, far behind the mystery trees.

If I don't make it, then I'll die trying,
Without faith, you can't please the good Lord,
And the cost of sins unforgiven, it's just something I can't afford.

Did you find your little bit of heaven'
Well, I'm hoping it's missing one thing: an old sinner man with his heart in his hand,
Your sweet face his only good dream.

Just called your brother who's in Oklahoma; he told me flat out he'd heard you were dead,
Yeah, that's a rumour going 'round, but I slammed the phone down on the harsh things that S.O.B. said,
Now I'm climbing up the hills 'neath Mount Shasta and hoping that the fates will play fair,
Got me an old winter coat, a flash-light and rope, and I'm praying you're not dead up there.

Swear I'll find you somehow, my darling,
Don't expect it'll be a breeze,
Heard you're living in the lost cabin, far behind the mystery trees,
Swear I'll find you somehow, my darling,
And forever I do believe we'll be together in the lost cabin, far behind the mystery trees.