Lyrics Coffee's Cold - Abigail Washburn

Coffee's 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