Every day there hangs a cloud
over my side of the mountain
the other side is sunny all the time
If I could find the strength
I would climb over the mountain
and let the sunshine ease my worried mind
verse 1
Im tired of always working
and never getting paid
Ive worked my fingers to the bone
and ill work them to the grave
theres no dollar sign on ethics
big brother told me so
but if you sell your soul to satan
youll be rolling in the dough
Chorus
verse 2
Ive felt the fire beneath me
Ive even tried to climb
I gained a little ground
and I fall back in line
Im tired of muddy water
and sitting in the shade
Ive sewn a thousand seeds
and they always wilt and fade
Chorus