Every morning ′bout a half past eight
My wife awakens me, said "Don't be late"
I get the office, try to concentrate
But life is just a slow train crawling up a hill
So I stopped one day to figure it out
I quit my job without a shadow of doubt
To sing the blues that I know all about
But life is just a slow train crawling up a hill
Minute after minute, second after second
Hour after hour goes by
Workin′ for a rich man, stayin' just a poor man
Never stop to wonder why
So here I am in London Town
Better soon I'm gonna be around
The kind of music that′ll bring me down
But life is just a slow train crawling up a hill
Minute after minute, second after second
Hour after hour goes by
Workin′ for a rich man, stayin' just a poor man
Never stop to wonder why
So here I am in London Town
Better soon I′m gonna be around
The kind of music that'll bring me down
Life is just a slow train crawling up a hill
Writer(s): John Mayall Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
