The Grind Lyrics & Tabs by StarKid Productions
The Grind
guitar chords lyrics
(Mother: What was that?
Daughter: I think something broke.
Mother: Alright, that was three sounds!
Son: I think three things broke.
Father: It's supposed to sound like that.)
We're travelling
Down a bumpy road
Just relaxing
Let the miles unfold
Nothing brings a family 'gether like some dust in the eye
An we'll be there in the nick of time
Me and my family
We're smiling
At a steady pace
Mother: Your daughter's crying
We're smiling
At a steady pace
Mother: Your daughter's crying
Father: Missouri's such a beautiful state
And it feels like everyday's another Fourth of July
I got my freedom and my slice of pie
My beautiful family
Now come on kids it's time that we play a game
I spot some fun out here on the Great Plains
Stop for a second take it all in
"Are we there yet?" is the wrong question
You thought road trips were lame
Well they all ain't the same oh no
It's the grind
Take it one day at a time
And we'll find our way back home
Free your mind
Push your worries down the line
And we'll ease on down the road
Stop and look around do the chimney rock
Daughter: Dad that totally looks like a giant co-
Father: Cock-a-doo-del-doo!
I wish there was something that could capture this moment
Something that fits right into your pocket
But we got time to kick the idea around
Oh boy!
It's the grind
Every bump by design
To grow some hair on your chest
Fall in line
Let your dad read the signs
Whose your daddy to get company of the Wild Wild West?
Mother: I'm trying
To enjoy the trip
I'm babysitting
But not my kids
Sometimes I wonder what the hell goes on in his head
Would he notice if any one of us wound up dead
Who'm I kidding
Lord knows he'd kill himself instead
Can't say I'd tell a difference in bed
My beautiful family.
Son: Dad I wanna keep this hen as a pet!
Father: Throw it in a bag!
Mother: Do that and you will regret it!
Father: We need a few souvenirs if we past the test
(Daughter: I think I'm gonna throw up)
Father: If you're motion sick then get off the pot
And give the sole of your feet a shot
Nothing quite cures your heels like a song and dance
It's the grind yeah
(Family dance break!
Keep up Grandpa!
Grandpa: Alright I'm trying)
Father: Everyone say yeah
Everyone: Yeah
Father: Say yeah
Everyone: Yeah
Father: Say yeah
Everyone: Yeah
Father: Say yeah
Son: Dad
Father: It's the grind
Yeah!
