B. R. HornsbyJohn Hornsby



I met a fan dancer down in southside Birmingham

She was running from a fat man selling salvation in his hand

She said he's tryin' to save me

But I'm doin' alright, the best that i can

Just a pair of fallen angels tryin' to get through the night



Step by step, one by one, higher and higher

Step by step, one by one, climbing Jacob's ladder



Comin' over the airwaves the man says I'm overdue

Sing a song, send money, join the chosen few

But mister I'm not in a hurry, and I don't want to be like you

All I want from tomorrow is to get it better than today



Step by step, one by one, higher and higher

Step by step, one by one, climbing Jacob's ladder



All I want from tomorrow is to get it better than today

Step by step, one by one, higher and higher

Step by step, one by one, climbing Jacob's ladder