Backroads is made possible by the Minnesota Arts and Cultural Heritage Fund with money by the vote of the people November 4th, 2008.
(instrumental) Cold coffee, cold coffee it'’’ll do.
I like my cold coffee, cold coffee will do.
(instrumental) I roll, yeah I roll, I roll a cigarette or two.
(instrumental) I just need your time, it takes but a minute or two.
(instrumental) Smoke filled, smoke filled bar room.
(instrumental) I squint through, I squint through the evening dew.
(instrumental) You better mind yourself, cause you'’’ll be on real soon.
(instrumental) My man, my man he'’’ll do.
You know my man, my man he'’’ll do.
Not much, not much, not much more than he has to.
(instrumental) My baby'’’s always there, when the chips are down and I feel blue.
(my baby, he'’’s always there) (instrumental) Cold coffee, cold coffee it'’’ll do.
I like my cold coffee..
Cold coffee, cold coffee will do.
I roll, yeah I roll, they tell me not to do it, but I roll a cigarette or two.
I just need your time, it takes but a minute or two.
Cold coffee, it'’’ll do.
(instrumental) Serious, I'’’m going to make you mine.
Serious, I'’’m going to make you mine.
When you'’’re not looking, Snatch you up like a wild tiger.
You make me feel, you make me feel, so alive.
You set my body, you set my body, on fire.
When I get close to you, I'’’m filled with desire.
I'’’m serious, I'’’m going to make you mine.
When you'’’re not looking, Snatch you up like a wild tiger.
(instrumental) You give me fever, you make my blood run wild.
Fever, you make my blood run wild, The touch of your hand, Is like giving candy to a child.
I'’’m serious, I'm going to make you mine.
Serious, I'’’m going to make you mine.
When you'’’r not looking, Snatch you up like a wild tiger.
(instrumental) I'’’ve been thinking, thinking long and straight, For a very long time, long time.
Time'’’s been a sweet mixing bowl And I'm stirring it down on line, down on the line.
(instrumental) So call the baker, the butcher, the candy stick maker, Pour some sweet molasses on my past.
So I can swallow every last Drop...Drop Drop (instrumental) You know I'’’m done with all that, drinking life It'’’s time for me to fly, time to fly.
Because I'’’m free from all that misery, You see I'’’m not willing to die, ain'’’t willing to die I ain'’’t willing to die that way.
(instrumental) So call the baker, the butcher, the candle stick maker, Pour some sweet molasses on my past So I can swallow every last Drop...Drop Drop (instrumental) Jeremiah, where will the catfish bite, Banks of the Mississippi, burn'’’n crosses glow at night.
Blood thick as molasses, brown needles from the pines, Between good and evil, Molly'’’s killer has to die.
(instrumental) Just as simple, as solitary men go, Livin'’’ life for livin, through the maple and the stone, The bulldogs they come a crash'’’n, just as a bulldog'’’s bark, When the life of a human, gets left bawl'’’n in the dark.
OOOOOH, Jeremiah OOOOOH, Jeremiah (instrumental) Bars from a jail cell, they don'’’t hold good men in.
Ooooh Jeremiah, he's gonna cover up a sin.
Life it is simple, treat an eye for an eye, When the church pews don'’’t hold you, cry, cry, Aunt Sally, cry.
OOOOH, Jeremiah (instrumental) Half moon skeletons, through the maple and the oak, Yellow burn'’’n sunrise, sins done turned into hope.
Good bye, Molly, the good Lord - he agrees, When the sheriff'’’s badge she turns rusty, as Jeremiah digs a grave.
OOOOH, Jeremiah Jeremiah (instrumental) OOOOH, Jeremiah... OOOOH, Jeremiah... Jeremiah (instrumental) Backroads is made possible by the Minnesota Arts and Cultural Heritage Fund with money by the vote of the people November 4th, 2008.