I walked all day tryin to find me work,
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I must have knocked on one hundred doors.
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Would have swallowed my pride for some money,
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And be satisfied sweepin' the floors.
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Mr. Government-man.
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Mr. Silver-and-gold.
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Mr. Bustin'-my-ass.
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Mr. All-you-can-hold.
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I spent last night a sleep on a park bench,
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'til a cop came and moved me along.
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Told him I wasn't botherin' nobody,
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Yes he told me to go.
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Everywhere, I get the same kind of answer,
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Not now or maybe then.
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Well me time is runnin' out on me people, yes me people.
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If you're down and without a friend.
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Yeah, yeah.
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The Grind
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| Tommy Bolin |
