Every morning 'bout a half past eight
My wife awaken me sayin', "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 doubt
To sing the blues that I know all about
My 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
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
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
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