[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!