The Grinder Songtext
von Robert Cray

When I first met you, baby
Weren′t you a sweet little thing?
Worked my fool head off
Just to buy you that diamond ring
Now things are kind of funny
You know the way it goes
Now you wanna put that ring
Right on through my nose

You put me through the grinder
And I kept coming back for more
Now all I wanna see of you
Is your backside headed out that door


Well, you said you needed night school
And I went along with that
'Til I followed you last Wednesday, baby
Up to Sonny′s flat
I put one and one together
And it added up to fool
'Cause what Sonny's got to offer, baby
Ain′t teachin′ in any school

You put me through the grinder
You hurt me like an open sore
I don't want no more excuses, baby
Just get on out the door

Oh, they say this is a world of troubles
Oh, I′ve had my share
But you're the kind of burden
I really don′t need to bear
I came home a little early
Ah, what I found there
I walked in on you and Richard
And your legs were up in the air

I'm gonna put you through the grinder
I′m gonna even up the score
You better get yourself a lawyer, baby
We're about to go to war

What you tryin' to do to me?
Yeah, looka here
I′m gonna go over there