The Rock and the Hill

Gotta make it work on a shoestring Can't exactly say we're on an upswing Ding ding throw me in the boxing ring bird can't fly with a busted wing Everything you say is a coulda shoulda woulda I can't make lemonade without no sugar I'm tired of pushing this rock up the hill I'm tired of pushing this rock up the hill I'm tired of pushing this rock up the hill Tired of this rock Tired of that hill Standing with my babies in the chicken pen Watching over like a nervous mother hen God'll hear my prayer but I don't know when Mama says I got to keep my trust in him I oughta hit my knees in this Alabama dirt But I'm losing faith nothing seems to work Bat out of hell on the two lane Eighty miles an hour like a freight train Headlights out and it's pouring rain I'm using up my luck and going insane One day late one dollar short Lord help me row this boat ashore WHY.. WHY..