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Crawling Up A Hill – John Mayall

Every morning (a)bout half past eight,
My Mama 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,
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.

 

 


 

Turn Into Earth – Yardbirds

 

How your restless hungry eyes

Speak of cloudy summer skies

The morning dew, turns into rain

Lonely winds will call my name

 

Dying leaves of seasons brown

Losing life as they drift down

Too soon in life, return to earth

Only they can know their worth

 

Distant dreams of things to be

Wandering thoughts that can’t be free

I feel my mind turning away

To the darkness of my day

 


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