Tommy Bolin - The Grind lyrics

rate me

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.