Folgers Lyrics by Tigirlily Gold
The first thing I do is turn on the coffee pot
I get the coffee brewing, and then I, I have two toasts for breakfast
Way too early on the dot
I’d hear him up, making that pot of joe
Shuffling slow
So I’d jump out of bed
Sneak down the stairs
and Grandpa’d say, “Pull up a chair there, kid”
And he’d take a sip
Talk about life, wheat, and the weather
Just the kind of stuff that sticks with you forever
Like
Don’t hold on to the things that turn you bitter
There ain’t no harvest if you don’t plant the seed
Don’t bring lutefisk or politics to dinner
You know, death and taxes are two things you can’t cheat
I’m realizing as I get older
Everything I need to know, I learned over
A John Deere cup of Folgers
Just when I thought he’d start to stop
He’d crack a joke and top it off
And watch that sun creep up
Get to talking ’bout God, the price of unleaded
And if you want something, well, go ahead and get it
But don’t hold on to the things that turn you bitter
There ain’t no harvest if you don’t plant the seed
Don’t bring lutefisk or politics to dinner
Hang on to old things, they make them new things cheap
I’m realizing as I get older
Everything I need to know I learned over
A John Deere cup of Folgers
Maybe the reason that I like my coffee black
Is ’cause when I take a sip, it takes me right back
Yeah, I’m right back to
Don’t hold on to the things that turn you bitter
There ain’t no harvest if you don’t plant the seed
Find someone to keep you warm through the winter
If you’ve got land and family, you’ve got all you need
I’m realizing as I get older
Everything I need to know I learned over
A John Deere cup of Folgers
Be honest, uh, mean what you say
It’s not, ah, get the richest job, it’s to get a job you like and, ah, stick with it
