Running down the latter years of my life I proudly turn back to my past and look at the work that I have done. Time brings distance and allows for honest self-evaluation. This lyric has been brought to life but unfortunately, I cannot produce the music for it. I have it saved on my computer but don’t know how to put it on the blog. There is a quantum leap from reading the words to hearing them sung. If you want to hear it send me a note and I’ll forward the song to you. Meanwhile, I have a host of lyrics like this in my book “Without The Music.” I am also happy to say that I am diligently writing more and more.
Hot Black Coffee and a Cigarette
A thousand demos a day
All I can do is pray
When I rock and roll
It comes from the soul
I have sung them blues
Lived a life of bad news
Hot black coffee and a cigarette
How could life get better yet
Just enough to keep me going
Just enough to keep me growing
Hot black coffee and a cigarette
Looking for a soul to steal
The devil comes to make a deal
But I see through his disguise
Cause his words are only lies
The way Satan he function
He’ll take you to down to destruction
Hot black coffee and a cigarette
How could life get better yet
Just enough to keep me going
Just enough to keep me growing
Hot black coffee and a cigarette
Right now I’m below low
Up is the only way to go
Hitch hiking for a rocket
Only got three dollars in my pocket
But three will pay the toll
On the highway of Rock and Roll
Hot black coffee and a cigarette
How could life get better yet
Just enough to keep me going
Just enough to keep me growing
Hot black coffee and a cigarette
I see a light in the black night
I see a light burning green with delight
I hear a voice that always calls
I feel a hand that lifts as I fall
I may never make it to the top
But the truth is I’ll never stop
Hot black coffee and a cigarette
How could life get better yet
Just enough to keep me going
Just enough to keep me growing
Hot black coffee and a cigarette
Check out "Without The Music" which has my best song lyrics from the past thirty years.
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