The Rock and the Hill - Allison Moorer

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