Lyrics The Grind - Tommy Bolin

The Grind

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