Lyrics The Rock and the Hill - Allison Moorer

The Rock and the Hill

Gotta make it work on a shoestring
Can’t exactly say we’re on a 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
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
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
Why?
Why?
Why?
Why?
Bat out of hell on the two-lane
Eighty miles an hour like a freight train
Headlights out and it’s pouring ran
I’m using up my luck and goin' insane
One day late, one dollar short
Lord, help me row this boat ashore
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
Why?
Why?
Why?
Why?
Just a closer walk with thee
Grant it, Jesus, is my plea
Gotta make it work on a shoestring
Can’t exactly say we’re on a upswing
Gotta make it work on a shoestring
Can’t exactly say we’re on a upswing
Ding ding, throw me in the boxing ring
Ding ding
Ding ding