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I Ain't Even Had My Coffee Yet

from Words, Words, Words by Sam Steffen

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Rooster’s in the henhouse with his feather’s all mussed
the hay-barn is burning and the milk’s gone sour
It’s harvesting time but the whole crop’s a bust
And that’s the third thunderstrike I’ve heard in the past half-hour
Been up for three days in a drippin cold-sweat
I called for a doctor and they sent me a vet
I’m losing my livelihood along with a bet
and I ain’t even had my coffee yet

the ship’s hit an ice-berg and the radio’s down
the captain’s in the crow’s nest trying to get drunk
Nero’s somewhere fiddling, and we’re all gonna drown
somebody send an S.O.S.—we’re sunk!
Throw out your preservers, cast wide your net
We gonna need all the mother-lovin luck that we can get
We’re in the middle of nowhere, and I’m all wet—
And I ain’t even had my coffee yet

Private detective’s in his best disguise
He’s already taken a few incriminating photographs
He’s got the evidence to prove whatever the defendant denies
He caught the guy with his secretary, takin a bath
A lady pulls up in her ex-husband’s corvette
As the private I.’s lighting his last cigarette
She asks if it’s done—he says, “We’re all set—
And I ain’t even had my coffee yet”

Productivity’s down, and the factory’s pinched
Management doesn’t know what to do
The union fellas won’t surrender an inch
And the strike ain’t nowhere near being through
The thing to remember is that no-one forgets
If it’s a do-or-die matter, I say “Let’s!”
Every time I answer the phone, it’s a brand new threat
And I ain’t even had my coffee yet

Alarm clock went off first thing in the morning
Didn’t even get the paper before I heard the news
Neighbors were outside in their bathrobes quarreling
Election’s over and half the nation’s singing the blues
Sweep the confetti from your TV sets
Better call up your friends and forgive them their debts
The sun’s barely up, I’m full of regrets—
And I ain’t even had my coffee yet

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from Words, Words, Words, released September 29, 2018

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Sam Steffen Boise, Idaho

Sam Steffen is a Pennsylvania-bred, Boise-based singer-songwriter whose songs are the torch-wood for a new generation of folk music that has learned from the best stuff in the tradition and aims in spite of everything to keep the human spirit alive and kicking. A versatile musician and skilled finger-picker, Sam is at heart a story-teller, and a prolific one. ... more

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