CRAWLING UP A HILL

Every morning 'bout half past eight, My Mamma 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. Every morning 'bout half past eight, My Mamma wakes me says, “Don't be late”, I 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 quite 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... ah So, so, 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.