Texty piesní Abigail Washburn

Abigail Washburn

Coffees Cold

Some folks say the times are hard

I just say oh my lord

Coffee's cold and I been sold for half a dollar bill

Every seed that I do sow

harvest time nothin's grown

Coffee's cold and I been sold for half a dollar bill

Fore I have ten dollars saved

I'll be resting in my grave

Coffee's cold and I been sold for half a dollar bill

I been broke a thousand times

no one cares to spare a dime

Coffee's cold and I been sold for half a dollar bill

When I lay my burden down

peace nor comfort have I found

Coffee's cold and I been sold for half a dollar bill

Angels I am on my knees

but you'll never sing for me

Coffee's cold and I been sold for half a dollar bill

Some folks say the times are hard

I just say, oh my lord

Coffee's cold and I been sold for half a dollar bill