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..
Allison Moorer - The Rock and the Hill Lyrics
Allison Moorer - The Rock and the Hill Lyrics
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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..
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..
Writer: ALLISON MOORER
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing