Abigail Washburn - Coffee's Cold | Текст песни

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Some folks say the times are hard
I just say oh my Lord
Coffee's 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

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