The Grind
What was that?
I think something broke!
Alright, that was 3 sounds
I think 3 things broke!
Eh, it's supposed to sound like that
We're travelling
Down a bumpy road
Just relaxing
Let the miles unfold
Nothin' brings a fam'ly 'gether like some dust in the eye
And we'll be there in the nick of time
Me and my family
We're smiling
At a steady pace
Your daughter's crying
Missouri's such a beautiful state
And it feels like every day'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 spy 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
But 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
Dad, that totally looks like a giant co-
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
"Who's Your Daddy Tour Guide Company
Of the Wild Wild West"
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
Dad I wanna keep this as a pet!
Throw it in back!
Do that and you will regret it!
We need a few souvenirs to prove that we passed the test
I think I'm gonna throw up
If you're motion sick then get off the cart
And give the soles of your feet a shot
Nothing quite cures your ills like a song and dance
It's the grind, yeah, yeah
Family dance break!
Keep up, Grandpa
I'm trying
Everyone say yeah, yeah, yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Say yeah, yeah
(Yeah, yeah)
And say yeah
(Yeah)
Say yeah
Dad!
Sorry
It's the grind
Yeah
I think something broke!
Alright, that was 3 sounds
I think 3 things broke!
Eh, it's supposed to sound like that
We're travelling
Down a bumpy road
Just relaxing
Let the miles unfold
Nothin' brings a fam'ly 'gether like some dust in the eye
And we'll be there in the nick of time
Me and my family
We're smiling
At a steady pace
Your daughter's crying
Missouri's such a beautiful state
And it feels like every day'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 spy 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
But 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
Dad, that totally looks like a giant co-
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
"Who's Your Daddy Tour Guide Company
Of the Wild Wild West"
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
Dad I wanna keep this as a pet!
Throw it in back!
Do that and you will regret it!
We need a few souvenirs to prove that we passed the test
I think I'm gonna throw up
If you're motion sick then get off the cart
And give the soles of your feet a shot
Nothing quite cures your ills like a song and dance
It's the grind, yeah, yeah
Family dance break!
Keep up, Grandpa
I'm trying
Everyone say yeah, yeah, yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Say yeah, yeah
(Yeah, yeah)
And say yeah
(Yeah)
Say yeah
Dad!
Sorry
It's the grind
Yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Jeffrey Blim
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