Crawling Up a Hill

Every morning bout half past eight,
My Mama 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 tɾain crawling up a hill.

Minute after minute,
Second after second,
Hour after hour goes by,
Working for [Dm7]a ɾich girl,
Staying just a poor girl,
Never stop to [C7]wonder why.

So here I am in London [C7]town,
A better scene Iüm gonna be [Am]around,
The kind of music that won't bring me down,
My life is just a slow tɾain crawling up a hill.

Every morning (a)bout half past eight,
My Mama wakes me says,
"Don't be [Am]late",
I get to [C7]the office, tɾyin' to [C7]concentɾate,
My life is like [F]a slow tɾain crawling up a hill.

So I stop one day to [C7]figure it out,
I'll quit my [A]job without a shadow of a doubt,
To sing the blues that I know about,
My life is just a slow tɾain crawling up a hill.

Minute after minute,
Second after second,
Hour after hour goes by,
Working for [Dm7]a ɾich girl,
Staying just a poor girl,
Never stop to [C7]wonder why.

So here I am in London [C7]town,
A better scene I'm gonna be [Am]around,
The kind of music that won't bring me down,
Life is just a slow tɾain.

So here I am in London [C7]town,
A better scene I'm gonna be [Am]around,
The kind of music that won't bring me down,
My life is just a slow tɾain crawling up a hill