Way down in Mississippi there's a little town on the hill Where the men all send their women to the grist mill Because I grind so fine, oh I grind so fine Everybody's bound to love it because I grind so fine When I get to grinding the women all holler Cause my grinder's running just as level as a dollar Because I grind so fine, oh I grind so fine Everybody's bound to love it because I grind so fine Now all I want, strange women, one try there with you I'll win your trade or tear my grinder in two Because I grind so fine, oh I grind so fine Everybody's bound to love it because I grind so fine Spoken: Oh, play it Mr. Grinder. Miss Mary, Lord Now listen here woman I'm gonna tell you the fact You don't like my grinding you can get your toll all back Because I grind so fine, oh I grind so fine Everybody's bound to love it because I grind so fine I got to hire me a helper just to help me out Getting so much grinding goin' wear my grinder out Because I grind so fine, oh I grind so fine Everybody's bound to love it because I grind so fine