Crawling up a Hill - John Mayall and The Bluesbreakers

Every morning about half past eight

My Mummer 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 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

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