Somethin' threw me in the dirt.. Kinda got my feelings hurt.. Weed was burnin' somewhere down the wind.. I had to get up. And climb that hill again.. Little Lucy's such a doll. Like to climb her garden wall.. But she only sees me as a friend.. I got to get up. And climb that hill again.. I gotta bury my pride. Drag this line. Over that hill. One more time.. Gotta get up in the mornin'. Make my way. Over that hill again.. I gotta bury my pride. Drag this line. Over that hill. One more time.. Gotta get up in the mornin'. Make my way. Over that hill again.. Tempers flare and words are spoken.. You close one door and another opens.. You hear the music and you wander in.. You got to get up and climb that hill.. Get up and climb that hill.. You got to get up and climb that hill again.