John Hiatt How Bad`s The Coffee Lyrics

How Bad`s The Coffee Lyrics

How long you been workin' here?

What do you know about that?

Its been thirty years or so

Since I bothered lookin' back



It was right in front of me

But now I'm runnin' behind

To get my butt caught up, well, I need a cup

Of the nastiest shit you can find



So how bad's the coffee, how good's the pie?

If you call me honey, honey, I'm gonna cry

A whole lot of sugar, a little pinch of salt

You cut my bitter with your sweet talk



I don't want no cappuccino

A whole lotta latte won't get me through

I got an iron will and a gut like a still

I could use a stronger brew



One eye doubles my eyesight

So things don't look half bad

Be twice as good, honey if i could

Even make you a little bit mad



So how bad's the coffee, oh, how good's the pie?

If you call me, honey, honey, I'm gonna cry

A whole lot of sugar, a little pinch of salt

You cut my bitter with your sweet talk



I would call you an angel

But honey, you'd know better than that

Just a trucker's dream whit a coconut cream

And a nasty old cup of black



Not a word about faded glory

Not a trace of bitterness

You leave irony to the likes of me

'Cause we don't share your finesse



So how bad's the coffee, oh, how good's the pie?

If you call me, honey, honey, I'm gonna cry

A whole lot of sugar, a little pinch of salt

Oh, you cut my bitter with your sweet talk



Oh, you cut my bitter with your sweet talk

Oh, you cut my blue with your sweet talk

You cut my bitter with your sweet talk