Текст песни Joe Bonamassa - Mountain Climbing

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MOUNTAIN CLIMBING by Joe Bonamassa I’m just a poor man working day by day Lost in the struggle, there’s a mountain in my way. So strap your boots on, get ready for that first step The uphill battle that I ain’t even started yet. Chance is you’ll find me Out in the fields, Pounding my hammer Between stone and steel. Done my fair share of MOUNTAIN CLIMBING (Mountain Climbing) Whoa! Its troubles I’ve got ‘em, MOUNTAIN CLIMBING (Mountain Climbing) Whoa! It’s blues at the bottom. Ain’t no map to follow, just follow your own path Get close to the edge and there’s no turning back. The wind and the rain gonna push you around, Hard times try to break you, don’t ever let ‘em back you down. Chance is you’ll find me Working away in the fields, Pounding my hammer On the stone and steel. Done my fair share of MOUNTAIN CLIMBING (Mountain Climbing), Whoa! Its troubles I’ve got ‘em MOUNTAIN CLIMBING (Mountain Climbing) Whoa! Blues at the bottom. Blood on my hands and there’s holes in my jeans, You scrub all day but you never get them clean. It’s a hard rock bottom, there ain’t nothing down there but the blues, At the top of the mountain you still gotta pay your dues. Chance is you’ll find me Out in the fields, Pounding my hammer On the stone and steel. Done my fair share of MOUNTAIN CLIMBING (Mountain Climbing) Whoa! Troubles I’ve got ‘em MOUNTAIN CLIMBING (Mountain Climbing) Whoa! Blues at the bottom MOUNTAIN CLIMBING (Mountain Climbing) Whoa! Its troubles I’ve got ‘em MOUNTAIN CLIMBING (Mountain Climbing) Whoa! It’s blues at the bottom.

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