Текст песни The Grind - Tommy Bolin
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.
1 Post Toastee, Pt. 1
2 Interlude 1
3 Sweet Burgundy
4 Poker Chips
5 Interlude 2
6 Post Toastee, Pt. 2
7 I Want You to Take Me There
8 Blues Gonna Take Me Away
9 Gypsy Soul
10 The Grind
11 Feel It's Time for Love
12 They're Gonna Let Me Die
13 You Can Depend on Me
14 Tears and Turpentine
15 Cool as Jade
16 Interlude, Pt. 3
17 Lotus
18 Post Toastee, Pt.3
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