Somethin' threw me in the dirt.
Kinda got my feelings hurt.
Weed was burnin' somewhere
down the wind.
I had to get up
And climb that hill again.
Little Lucy's
such a doll,
Like to climb her garden wall.
But she only sees me as a friend.
I got to get up
And climb that hill again.
I gotta bury my pride,
Drag this
line
Over that hill
One more time.
Gotta get up in the mornin',
Make my way
Over that hill again.
I gotta bury my pride,
Drag this line
Over that
hill
One more time.
Gotta get up in the mornin',
Make my way
Over that hill
again.
Tempers flare and words are spoken.
You close one door and another opens.
You hear the music and you wander in.
You got to get up and climb that hill.
Get up and climb that hill.
You got to get up and climb that hill again.
