Crawling Up A Hill

Every morning （a）bout half past eight,

My Mummer 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,

My life is just a slow train crawling up a hill.

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Every morning （a）bout half past eight,

My Mummer wakes me says,

“Don’t be late”,

I get to the office,

tryin’ to concentrate,

My life is like 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

Written by John Mayall

Published by Trio ***** Music Ltd

From the album 'Call Off The Search'