Crawling Up a Hill

Every morning about half past eight My mama wakes me says Don't be late Get to the office, trying to concentrate My life is just a slow train crawling up a hill So I stop one day to figure it out I'll quit my job without a shadow of a doubt To sing the blues that I know about My life is just a slow train crawling up a hill Minute after minute Second after second Hour after hour goes by Working for a rich girl Staying just a poor girl Never stop to wonder why So here I am in London town A better scene I'm gonna be around The kind of music that won't bring me down My life is just a slow train crawling up a hill Every morning (a) bout half past eight My mama wakes me says Don't be late Get to the office, tryin' to concentrate My life is just a slow train crawling up a hill So I stop one day to figure it out I'll quit my job without a shadow of a doubt To sing the blues that I know about My life is just a slow train crawling up a hill Minute after minute Second after second Hour after hour goes by Working for a rich girl Staying just a poor girl Never stop to wonder why So here I am in London town A better scene I'm gonna be around The kind of music that won't bring me down Life is just a slow train So here I am in London town A better scene I'm gonna be around The kind of music that won't bring me down My life is just a slow train crawling up a hill