Back To The Grind

Did you see the leaves are turning red?
Old man Jack said the trees are almost dead
The crops are gone, even the rats have left
Fingers crossed, breath held

Plant these seeds and hope that they will grow
But hope won't help when hope is all alone
An empty stomach is all we have to show
The cold is coming, that's why we have to go
Back to the grind

Did you hear the boys re-opened the mines?
Yeah, the search for gold is the search for better times
Don't dig too deep or you'll fall into the fires of hell
That's why I say, fingers crossed, breath held

Plant these seeds and hope that they will grow
But hope won't help when hope is all alone
An empty stomach is all we have to show
The cold is coming, that's why we have to go
Back to the grind

Back to the grind
Back to the grind
Back to the grind
Back to the grind
Back to the grind
Back to the grind
Back to the grind
Back to the grind
Back to the grind