Whiskey in my Coffee
Burns Fred
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Burns Fred — Whiskey in my Coffee
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Burns Fred
rain drums heavy on a rusted roof this empty kitchen table is my proof. brew the grounds up black and strong to clear away last nights song I reach behind the flour where the good stuff hides its name let that copper liquid heal the pain Without a visible stain whiskey in my coffee shadows on my wall leaning on the counter just to break the fall caffeine keeps me moving the bourbon stops the pain a couple drops of comfort seems to wash away the stain it’s a bittersweet awakening a fire in the dark, Trying to rebuild that smokey spark The neon signs downtown turnied off their glow traffic on the interstate is moving kinda slow hands are shaking slightly as I go black roast hides the smell and the sugar hides the sin we both know what kind of shape I'm in whiskey in my coffee Like a shadows on my wall caffeine keeps me moving the bourbon stops the pain a couple drops of comfort seems to wash away the stain a bittersweet awakening, fire in the dark, Trying to rebuild an empire from a smokey spark They say a man ain't seeking solace at 6 AM, but they don’t know the heavy weight I'm in takes brew to get a working man going who is wrestling with memories through the night I’ll drink it down. I’ll drain the cup a little heat from Tennessee To pull this spirit up. put some whiskey in my coffee For thT long road ahead caffeine keeps me moving bourbon stops the pain a couple drops of comfort seems to clear the stain morning breaks in shades of gray reluctant way to start the day The shadows linger as winter beats the door Whiskey in my coffee I’ll always say for sure Give me that strong coffee and a little whiskey pour caffeine keeps me moving but the bourbon stops the pain a couple drops of comfort seems to wash away the stain whiskey in my coffee shadows on my wall, I lean on the counter just to break the fall