Strong Black Coffee Songtext
von Jared Mees & the Grown Children

Whoa I drink pots and pots and pots and pots of strong black coffee
Trying to keep my sleepy soul awake
But the sleepiness still comes along
And when it does its fast and strong

I end up with a bad case of the shakes
And my baby tells me honey cut it out
Cuz she′s familiar with the bend before the break
But she's in this runaway with me and by god were doing fifty

Comin′ round that hairpin turn atop of wolf creek
Now I called Ollie Ollie Ollie Ollie-oxen-free
Tryin' to draw god out from his hiding place
Either he can't hear what I′m saying or he just got sick of playing


Either way, I′ll be calling out like this for days
And the cadence and the chords are all the same
Sung like an anthem from a child in the streets
And you know he ain't much for

Singing, but by god he′s good at swinging
And that's the reason that he won′t stay obsolete
And that's why he′s singing, how, how long, how long must I wait

He's singing, how, how long, how long will this whole thing take
Cuz everyday... it's getting tougher to shoot straight
Well I′ve read page, after page, after page, afters page
About this killer instinct inside of me


But love it, or hate it, praise it or berate it
It′s just what comes out most naturally
And they warn me kid you'll run it in the ground
If you keep on saying all the same things the same way
But I ain′t trying to make friends
I'm just trying to make this story end
And if you′re drinking then you don't got time to plead
And that′s why I'm singing, how, how long, how long, must I wait
I'm singing, how, how long, how long will this whole thing take