Just to get up that hill

Regular blog readers know that as I run, sometimes songs are wont to get stuck in my head. Make that snippets of songs.

And often jumbled, gargled snippets.

That was the case today on a route I like to call Trafficway hills.

Today's hill route brought on thoughts of food. And where do beans burn and fish fry? Or is it beans frying and fish burning? In the kitchen? On the grill? Which one where?

I had to get home and actually look up the lyrics to find out for sure.

No matter. This song may pop into my head again sometime and I'll probably mix them up then too.

One thing will stay certain though.

It took a whole lotta tryin', just to get up that hill.