Crawling Up A Hill - John Mayall

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»,

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 I¹m gonna be around,

The kind of music that won’t bring me down,

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