Coffee's Cold Songtext

Abigail Washburn

von Song Of The Traveling Daughter

Coffee's Cold Songtext
Some folks say the times are hard
I just say oh my Lord
Coffees cold and I?ve been sold for half a dollar bill

Every seed that I do sow, harvest time and nothing?s grown
Coffee?s cold and I?ve been sold for half a dollar bill

Before I have $10 saved, I?ll be resting in my grave
Coffee?s cold and I?ve been sold for half a dollar bill
I?ve been broke a thousand times,
No one cares, spare a dime
Coffee?s cold and I?ve been sold for half a dollar bill

When I lay my burden down, peace nor comfort have I found
Coffee?s cold and I?ve been sold for half a dollar bill

Angels, I?m on my knees but you?ll never sing for me
Coffee?s cold and I?ve been sold for half a dollar bill

Ohhhh?
Coffees cold and I?ve been sold for half a dollar bill

Some folks say the times the are hard
I just say oh my Lord
Coffees cold and I?ve been sold for half a dollar bill

(Thanks to Leah for these lyrics)
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