Coffee & Sin

Burnt black coffee in a paper cup, Sin on the side just to fill me up. Truck stop gospel, waitress grin, That’s my communion — coffee and sin.

Coffee and sin, that’s how I live, Ain’t much to take, ain’t much to give. Every mile leaves another scarred grin, Fueled by nothin’ but coffee and sin.

Poker games in a motel room, Sunday morning came too soon. I don’t repent, I just drive again, Hangin’ my faith on coffee and sin.

Coffee and sin, that’s how I live, Ain’t much to take, ain’t much to give. Every mile leaves another scarred grin, Fueled by nothin’ but coffee and sin.

Don’t need no preacher, don’t need no hymn… Just pour me another round of coffee and sin.

Coffee and sin, that’s how I live, Ain’t much to take, ain’t much to give. Every scar tells where I’ve been, Fueled by nothin’ but coffee and sin.

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