Crawling Up A Hill

Katie Melua

Every morning bout half past eight,

My Moma 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 bout half past eight,

My Momma wakes me says, Don t be late ,

I 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,

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 so 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

//by lvjj