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Bitter Coffee & Old Regrets - Elis Country Soul
I'm staring at the steam rising
from the black cup
waiting for the moon
to finally come up
The guitar strings are stinging
a sharp and crying note
with the salt of a thousand tears
sticking in my throat
It's 3:00 a.m. again
and the sleep won't ever come
while I sit here feeling broken
while I sit here feeling numb
I've done a lot of living
and I've done a lot of wrong
and I'm putting it all into this lonesome blues song
I think about the women
and I think about the gold
and how none of it matters
when you're gray and you're old
The coffee is bitter
but the memory is worse
turning every blessing into a heavy silver curse
Bitter coffee and the taste of old regrets
paying all the interest on my many heavy debts
The saxophone is wailing
a long and dirty blue
for the things I didn't say
and the things I didn't do
I've done a lot of living
and I've done a lot of wrong
and I'm putting it all into this lonesome blues song
I think about the women
and I think about the gold
and how none of it matters
when you're gray and you're old
The coffee is bitter
but the memory is worse
turning every blessing into a heavy silver curse
Bitter coffee and the taste of old regrets
paying all the interest on my many heavy debts
The saxophone is wailing
a long and dirty blue
for the things I didn't say
and the things I didn't do
