The Grind Songtext
von Tommy Bolin

I walked all day trying to find new work
I must have knocked on one hundred doors
Would have swallowed my pride for some money
And been satisfied sweeping the floors
Here′s to broken glass
Here's to silver and gold
Here′s to busting my ass
Here's to all you can hold
Spent last night sleeping on a park bench
'Til a cop came and moved me along
Told him I was not bothering nobody
Guess he told me I was dead wrong
Here′s to broken glass
Here′s to silver and gold
Here's to busting my ass Here′s to all you can hold
Everywhere I get the same kind of answer
Not now or maybe when
Well my time is runnin' out on me people
Yes me people
And I′m down and without a friend
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Here's to broken glass
Here′s to silver and gold
Here's to busting my ass
Here's to all you can hold
Here′s to broken glass
Here′s to silver and gold
Here's to busting my ass