Every morning 'bout half past eight My mamma 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 Mamma wakes me, says, \"Don't be late\" Источник teksty-pesenok.ru 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 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