I'm toiling on toiling, toiling, like rock and roll Where I'm bound I must obey Toiling, toiling right through the years I remember things my mama used to say Son, you should never throw your (slicks? sicks?) away Until you cross the hill And if someday find what you been looking for Although I know you will become a star Don't forget this way Things my mama said I'm toiling on toiling, toiling, like rock and roll Where I'm bound I must obey Toiling, toiling right through the years And she said try to be there offer them Cause it will never never be too late For a shower of rain Things my mama said I'm toiling on toiling, toiling, like rock and roll Where I'm bound I must obey Toiling, toiling right through the years I'm toiling on toiling, toiling, like rock and roll Where I'm bound I must obey Toiling, toiling right through the years