Grind Songtext
von Cole Chaney

Pa worked the steel mill after his days in the mines
Carried my sister, mother and me on shoulders made of granite and lime
Sixteen hour, midnight-turn, foreman on the floor
Ann and me, we′d rest easy when we heard him walk
Back through the screen door

Ma'd always pray before she′d bed down in her quilts
She'd fix him up with whatever crumbs
And a Bible verse stuffed in his lunch pale
He took every shift that he could wrap his hands around
Because his way to keep the wolves away was to cut their tongues out
Before they howl


Grind til' the end of your days
Like somebody′s coming to take it away
Don′t waste your precious time, don't sit around, don′t wait to die
Grind till' the end of your life, lay it all out, leave nothing behind
Rest not too easy in bed, there′ll be time for sleeping
When you're dead

Grind till′ the end of your days
Like somebody's coming to take it away
Don't waste your precious time, don′t sit around, don′t wait to die
Grind till' the end of your life, lay it all out, leave nothing behind
Rest not too easy in bed, there′ll be time for sleeping
When you're dead