The Grind Songtext
von Tommy Bolin

I walked all day tryin to find me work,
I must have knocked on one hundred doors.
Would have swallowed my pride for some money,
And be satisfied sweepin′ the floors.

Mr. Government-man.
Mr. Silver-and-gold.
Mr. Bustin'-my-ass.
Mr. All-you-can-hold.


I spent last night a sleep on a park bench,
′Til a cop came and moved me along.
Told him I wasn't botherin' nobody,
Yes he told me to go.

Everywhere, I get the same kind of answer,
Not now or maybe then.
Well me time is runnin′ out on me people, yes me people.
If you′re down and without a friend.

Yeah, yeah.