Mountain climbing (mountain climbing) Chance is you'll find me Pounding my hammer Done my fair share of Whoa, it's troubles, I've got 'em Out in the fields Whoa, it's blues at the bottom On the stone and steel Whoa, blues at the bottom

I'm proud of the house we built It's stronger than sticks, stones, and steel A lot of things will come and go but love never will It's not a big place sittin' up high on some hill I dropped to my knees in that field on your daddy's farm Asked you to

Strange how hard it rains now Rows and rows of big dark clouds When I'm holding on underneath this shroud It's hard to listen to a hard hard heart Beating close to mine Pounding up against the stone and steel Walls that I won't climb Sometimes a hurt is