The Grinder - Robert Cray

When I first met you, baby

Weren’t you a sweet, little thing

Worked my fool head off

Just to buy that diamond ring

Now things are kind of funny

You know the way it goes

Now you want to put that ring

Right on through my nose

You put me through the grinder

And I kept coming back for more

Now all I want to see of you

Is your back side headed out that door

Well, you said you needed night school

And I went along with that

Till 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 teached 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

(Guitar solo)

Ohh, they say this is a world of troubles

Ohh, I’ve had my share

But you’re the kind of burden

I really don’t need to bare

I came home a little early

Lord, 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 'cha tryin' to do to me?

Yeah, look here