Lyrics:

Gotta make it work on a shoestring
Can't exactly say we're on the 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 pushin' this rock up the hill
I'm tired of pushin' this rock up the hill
I'm tired of pushin' this rock up the hill
Tired of this rock, tired of that hill
Standin' with my babies in the chicken pen
Watchin' over like a nervous mother hen
God'll hear my prayer but I don't know when
Mama says I gotta keep my trust in Him
I ought to hit my knees in this Alabama dirt
But I'm losin' faith, nothin' seems to work
I'm tired of pushin' this rock up the hill
I'm tired of pushin' this rock up the hill
I'm tired of pushin' this rock up the hill
Tired of this rock and I'm tired of that hill
Why? Why? Why? Why?

Bat out of hell on a two-lane
Eighty miles an hour like a freight train
Headlights out and it's pourin' rain
I'm usin' up my luck and goin' insane
One day late, one dollar short
Lord, help me row this boat to shore
'Cause I'm tired of pushin' this rock up the hill
I'm tired of pushin' this rock up the hill
I'm tired of pushin' this rock up the hill
Tired of this rock and I'm tired of that hill
Why? Why? Why? Why?

Just a closer walk with Thee
Granny Jesus is my plea
Gotta make it work on a shoestring
Can't exactly say we're on the upswing
Gotta make it work on a shoestring
Can't exactly say we're on the upswing
Ding, ding, throw me in the boxing ring
Ding, ding
Ding, ding