Born in the heat of the desert,
my mother died givin' me life
deprived of the love a Father,
blamed for the loss of his wife.

You know, Lord, I've been in a prison,
for something that I've never done;
It's been one hill after another,
But I've climbed them all one by one.

But this time, Lord, You gave me a Mountain,
a Mountain I may never climb;
And it isn't a hill any longer,
You gave me a Mountain this time.

My woman got tired of the hardships,
Tired of the grief and the strife
So tired of workin' for nothin'
Tired of bein' my wife
She took my one ray of sun-shine,
She took my pride and my joy
She took my reason for living
She took my small baby boy

So this time, Lord, you gave me a Mountain,
A Mountain I may never climb;
And it isn't a hill any longer,
You gave me a Mountain this time.