Coffees Cold (Abigail Washburn)

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