The Grind letra

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.

Tommy Bolin - Letras

• Alexis (Electric Demo)
• Burnin' And Lootin'
• Bustin' Out For Rosey
• Dreamer
• Got No Time For Trouble
• Gypsy Soul
• Hello, Again
• Lotus
• Meaning Of Love
• People, People
• Post Toastee
• Red Skies
• Savannah Woman
• Shake The Devil
• Someday Will Bring Our Love Home
• Spanish Lover
• Standing In The Rain
• Sweet Burgundy
• Teaser
• The Devil Is Singing Our Song
• The Grind
• Whiskey-Headed Woman
• Wild Dogs
• You Told Me That You Loved Me
• You're No Angel