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Cup a' Joe

Sittin' here... With my Cup a' Joe
Torrential rains cover gray outside like a wet silver veil
Sittin' here with my Cup a' Joe, keepin' me warm in the near-frigid cold
Moldy smell, from floor below, lady with cats
Smell ain't gone, but better, from Arabica bean brew
Yeah, my hot cup a' coffee, my sweet little blues
Sittin inside, with rain on the out
Yeah my warm Cup a' Joe is sittin on my lap
An' I might not come out

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