Jimmy's Campfire Coffee

                                                                   

Jimmy’s Campfire



I see Jimmy around the campfire,

He’s boilin’ up his brew 

Makes the best damn campfire coffee,

That a cowboy ever knew

Cold mornings around the campfire,

After shakin’  off the dew

What a Cowboy needs to start his day,

Is a cup of Jimmy’s brew:

His smile’s as big as Texas,

And God gave him a knack

For brewin Prairie nectar,

From an old brown leather bag

He measures out REAL careful,

In his palm, Just two and a half

And into fresh spring water,

It starts about like that

Then once for all the flavor,

He takes a pinch of salt

And adds therein that magic touch,

That brings it to a halt

He sets the Pot real carefull

On hot coals there in the fire

In that special place, that he’s arranged,

To watch it for awhile

And when the spout starts boiling out,

He sets the Pot aside

And when the grounds have settled down,

It’s time to take a ride

By the time he rings the breakfast bell,

And it cools for just a bit

It’s ready for all the cowboy’s,

To grab a cup and take a sip



By Augustus Clay