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. o o o