Abigail Washburn

Coffee's Cold

Abigail Washburn


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