King Of The Hill (Early take (with Roger McGuinn)—November 23, 1987)

[Verse 1: Roger McGuinn] L.A.'s asleep, you roll up your window The night air is cold, the freeway is clear In a green Gucci bag are you prized possessions The jewels of your mind to hold back the fear [Chorus] And when Monday comes 'round, there's a high, lonesome sound And she follows you down for the kill And a white, blinding light makes it all seem so right And you feel like the king of the hill [Verse 2: with Roger McGuinn] The driveway is long, your princess is lovely And the servants all wait for your knock on the door How many years will you crawl through this castle So satisfied, and still wanting more [Chorus] And when Monday comes 'round, there's a high, lonesome sound And she follows you down for the kill And a white, blinding light makes it all seem so right And you feel like the king of the hill Yeah [Verse 3: Roger McGuinn with Tom Petty] The guests have arrived with all the right faces But you miss the ball in that room down the hall It's sunrise again, the driveway is empty The crystal is cracked, there's blood on the wall [Chorus] And when Monday comes 'round, there's a high, lonesome sound And she follows you down for the kill And a white, blinding light makes it all seem so right And you feel like the king of the hill [Outro] Yeah, you feel like the king of the hill Oh, you feel like the king of the hill