Coffee Grindin' Blues
Coffee Grindin' Blues
Original Text
Anna Stong Bourgeois, Blueswomen: Profiles of 37 Early Performers, with an Anthology of Lyrics, 1920-1945 (Jefferson, North Carolina: McFarland, 1996): 27.
2I drink so much coffee, I grind it in my sleep.
3And when it get like that you know it can't be beat.
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5It's so doggone good and it make me bite my thumb.
6It's so doggone good and it make me bite my thumb.
7Gonna keep it for my daddy, ain't gonna give nobody none.
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9I ain't ever loved a this a way before.
10I ain't ever loved a this a way before.
11And I hope the Lord I won't love it anymore.
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13I've gotten so now that I can't control my mind.
14I've gotten so now that I can't control my mind.
15I go to bed blue and I get up cryin'.
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17It's so doggone good, it made me talk outa my head.
18It's so doggone good, it made me talk outa my head.
19And it's better to me than any I've ever had.
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21Now I grind my coffee for two or three dollars a pound.
22Now I grind my coffee for two or three dollars a pound.
23And there ain't no more cheap like mine in town.
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25It's so doggone good until it made me talk outa my mind.
26It's so doggone good, it made me talk outa my head.
27And it's better to me than any I've ever had.
Notes
1] grind: see OED, "grind," v. 1, 11 ("To copulate"), quotation from D. H. Lawrence's Lady Chatterley's Lover (1928), "She had to work the thing herself, grind her own coffee." Back to Line
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