Abigail Washburn

Coffee's Cold
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) From Letras Mania