quinta-feira, maio 25, 2006

Crawling up a hill


Every morning about 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




John Mayall

posted by me&myself @ 21:39