[Pensive music.]
Born in the heat of the desert.
[Sad guitar]
My mother died,
giving me life.
[Soft music]
Deprived of the love
of a father.
[Sad guitar]
Blamed for the loss
of his wife.
[Slow guitar]
You know, Lord,
I've been
in a prison,
[Quiet guitar]
for something that I'd
never done.
[Woodwinds]
It's been one hill
after another.
[Soft music]
I've climbed them all,
one by one.
[Music swells]
Oh,
but this time,
Lord,
you gave me
a mountain!
[Timpani - drums, horns]
A mountain
I
may never climb.
[Soft horns]
[Drum riffs]
It isn't,
Lord, a hill,
any longer.
[Trumpets]
[Drum riffs]
You gave me
a mountain,
this time.
Ohhh.
[Quietly] My woman got tired
of the heartaches.
[Soft guitar]
Tired of the grief,
and the strife.
[Guitar]
So tired of working
for nothing.
[Guitar]
Just tired of being
my wife.
[Strings, drum]
She took my one
ray of sunshine.
[Strings, drum]
She took my pride,
and my joy.
[Sad music]
She took my reason
for living.
[Soft music]
She took my small
baby boy.
[Music swells] Well, this time,
Lord, you gave me
a mountain.
[Trumpets, drum riffs]
A mountain
I
may never climb.
[Horns]
[Drum riffs]
It isn't,
Lord, a hill
any longer.
[Trumpet]
[Drum riffs]
You gave me
a mountain,
this time.
[Trumpet; drum riffs]
You gave me
a mountain,
this
time.
A mountain,
this time.
Whoa, oh,
ohhh!
[Trumpets hold]
[Cymbal crash]
[Applause]
Ooh!