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

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 Essex Music Ltd

From the album 'Call Off The Search'

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