Year Three, Week Fifteen: “Southern Coffee”

Lyrics:

The road to the river
it’s hard to get there
and only gravel
for the last half mile
It makes me shiver
in the Tennessee air
I might unravel
when I see you smile

Keep me up now, pretty mama
Southern coffee always tastes so sweet
Make me weep like a melodrama
Southern coffee always tastes so sweet

I brought a bouquet
of Frango candies
and Koval gin
made in my neighborhood
I hope it’s okay
They’ll come in handy
The town I live in
is nearly just as good

Keep me up now, pretty mama
Southern coffee always tastes so sweet
Make me weep like a melodrama
Southern coffee always tastes so sweet

The door is open
My head is spinning
You put a glass of wine
into my hand
Boy, I’m hoping
we’re just beginning
There’s not much time
left for what I planned

Keep me up now, pretty mama
Southern coffee always tastes so sweet
Make me weep like a melodrama
Southern coffee always tastes so sweet

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