Fred Neil
The Bag I’m In
In the morning when I wake up
Rub my fingers across the coffee pot
… be right back
…what I’m gonna do

That’s the bag I’m, that’s the bag I’m in
That’s the bag I’m, that’s the bag I’m in
Bag I’m in, whoa

In the morning when I wake up
Rub my fingers across the coffee pot
… be right back
…what I’m gonna do

That’s the bag I’m, that’s the bag I’m in
That’s the bag I’m, that’s the bag I’m in
Bag I’m in, whoa