Pa worked the steel mill after his days in the mines Carried my sister, mother and me on shoulders made of granite and lime I'm sixteen and midnight-turn, foreman on the floor Ann and me, we'd rest easy When we heard him walk back through the screen door ♪ Mama always pray, before she'd bed down in her quilts She'd fix him up with whatever crumbs And a Bible verse stuffed in his lunch pail He took every shift that he could wrap his hands around Because his way to keep the wolves away Was to cut their tongues out before they howl Grind till' the end of your days Like somebody's coming to take it away Don't waste your precious time, don't sit around, don't wait to die Grind till' the end of your life, lay it all out, leave nothing behind Rest not too easy in bed There'll be time for sleeping when you're dead Grind till' the end of your days Like somebody's coming to take it away Don't waste your precious time, don't sit around, don't wait to die Grind till' the end of your life, lay it all out, leave nothing behind Rest not too easy in bed There'll be time for sleeping when you're dead